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NIGHT SIDES OF CITY LIFE.

T. DE WITT TALMAGE, D. D.,

AUTHOR OF

" Crimhs Swept Up;'' ''Around the Tea Table;" '' Every Day
Religion;" ''Sports that Kill."

ST. JOHN, N. B.:

J. & A. McMillan.

98 PRINCE WILLIAM STREET, ST. jDHN, N. B.
1878.

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NIGHT SIDES OF CITY LITE.

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T. DE WITT TALMAGE, D. D.,

AUTHOR OF

" Crumbs Swept Up ; " " Around the Tea Table ; " " Every Day
Religion ; " " Sports that Kill."

ST. JOHN, N. B.:

J. & A. McMillan.

98 PEINCE WILLIAM STREET, ST. JOHN, N. B.

1878.

Entered «=cording to Ae. of P«Uan,ent of Can^., in the year 1878, b,

J. & A. McMillan,

* In the Office of the Minister of Agriculture. ,

PUBLISHERS' ANN0UNCEMB:NT.

Ill issuing Night Sides of City Life from our press, we do
it in the profound conviction that the Christian community
and the great American public in general will appreciate
the soul-stirring discourses on the temptations and vices of
City Life, written in Dr. Tal mage's strongest descriptive
powers, terrible in his earnestness, uncompromising in his
denunciation of sin and wickedness, sparing none. This
work is the ONLY keviskd and authokizkd publication of
Dr. Talmage's sermons. *

We shall issue, at an early aay, " Hearty Words for al!
People," containing Dr. Talmage's adavesses to the Profes-
sions and Occupations, uniform with this editioi;.

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Thomas DcWitt Talmage was horn iii 1832, in Bound Br(K)k,
Somerset County, N. J. His father was a farmer of much vigor and
consistency of character ; his mother a woman of noted energy, hope-
fulness and equanimity. Both parents were in marked respects char-
acteristic. Diflerences of disposition and metliods blended in tliem
into a harmonious, consecrated, benignant and cheer}' life. The father
won all the confidence and the best of the honors a hard-sensed truly
American commui»ity had to yield. The mother was that counseling
and quietly provident force which made her a helpmeet indeed and
her home the center and sanctuary of the sweetest influences that
have iWlen on the path of a large number of children, of whom
four scms are all ministers of the Word. Prom a period ante-dating
the Revolution, the ancestors of our subject were members of the Re-
formed Dutch Church, in which Dr. Talmage's father was the lead-
ing lay office bearer through a life extended beyond fourscore years.
The youngest of the children, it seemed doubtful at first whether
DeWitl would follow his brothers into the ministry. His earliest
preference was the law, the studies of which he pursued for a year
after his graduation with honors frcmi the University of the City of New
York. The faculties which would have made him the greatest Jury
advocats of the age were, however, preserved for and directed to-
ward tlie pulpit by an unrest which took the very sound of a cry
within ,!iim for months, " Woe is me if I preach not the gospel.''
^Vlien ho submitted to it the always ardent but never urged hopes of
his honored parents were realized. He entered the ministry from the
New Branswich Seminary of Theology. As his destiny and powers
came to manifestation in Brooklyn, his pastoral life prior to that was
but a preparation for it. It can, therefore, be indicated as an inci-
dental stage in his career rather than treated at length as a principal
part of it. His first settlement was at Belleville, on the beautiful
Passaic, in New Jersey. For three years there he underwent an ex-
cellent prnotical education in the conventional ministry. His congre-
gation was about the most cultivated and exacting in the rural

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regions of the sterling little state. Historically, it was known to bo
alx>ut the oldest society of Protestantism in New Jersey. Its records,
as preserved, run back over 200 years, but it is Icnown to liavo had a
strong life the better part of a century more. Its structure i.s regarded
as one of the finest of any country congregation in the United States.
No wonder: it stand.s within rifle-shot of the quarry from which Ohl
Trinity, ia New Yorli, was liown. The value (and tac limits) of
stereotyped preaching and what ho did not know came as an instruc-
tive and disillusionizing force to the theological tyro at Belleville.
There also came and remained strong friendships, inspiring revivals,
and sacred counsels.

By nalunil promotion three years at Syracuse succeeded three at
Belleville. That cultivated, critical city furnished Mr. Talmago the
value of an audience in which professional men were predominant
in influence. His preaching there grew tonic and free. As Mr. Pitt
advised a young friend, he "risked himself" The church grew from
few to many— from a state of coma to athletic life. The preacher
learned to go to school to humanity and his own heart. The lessons
they taught him agreed with what was boldest and most compelling
in the spirit of the revealed Word. Those whose claims were sacred
to him found the saline climate of Syracuse a cause of unhealth.
Otherwise it is likely that that most delightful region in the United
States— Central New York — for men of letters who equally love
nature and culiure, would have been the home of Mr. Talmage for
life.

The next seven years of Mr. Talmage's life were spent in Phila-
delphia. There his powers jgot " set." He learned what it was he
could best do. He had the courage of his consciousness and ho did
it. Previously he might have felt it incumbent on him to give to
pulpit traditions the homage of compliance — though at Syracuse
"the more excellent way," any man's ow/i way, so that he have the
divining gift of genius and the nature atune to all high sympa-
thies and purposes —had in glimpses come to him. He realized that
it was his duty and mission in the world to make it hear the gospel.
The church was not to him in numbers a select few, in organization
a monopoly. It was meant to be the conqueror and transformer of
the world. For seven yearb he wrought with much success on this
theory, all the time realizing that his plans could come to fullness
only under conditions that enabled him to build from the bottom up
an organization which could get nearer to the masses and which
would have no precedents to be afraid of as ghosts in its path. Hence
he ceased from being the leading preacher in Philadelphia to become
in Brooklyn Die leading preacher in the world. - ^i. ,-..-^.i__

BlOORAPHrOAL.

His work for nine years liore, know all our readers. It began In a
crampw! brick rcctauglu, capable of liolding 1,200, and lie came to It
on "the call " of nineteen. In leas than two years that was exchangtHi
for an iron structure, with raised scats, the interior curved like a
horse shoe, the pulpit li platform bridging the ends. That held 3,(KX)
persons. It lusted just long enough to revolutionize church archi-
tecture in c'tics into harmony with common sense. Smaller ilupU
cates of it started in every quarter, three in Brooklyn, two in Nt'w
Yoi'k.onein Montreal, one in Louisville, any number in Chicago^
two in San Francisco, like numbers abroad. Then it burnt up, thnt
from its aahes the present stately and most sensible structure migiit
rise. Gotliic, of brick and stone, cuthedral-like above, amphitluiiitre-
like below, it holds 5,000 as easily as one person, and all can liear and
sec equally well. In a largo sense the people built these cdiflcos.
Their architects were Leonard Vaux and Jolin Welch respectively.
It is suffloiently indicative to say in general of Dr. Talmago's work
In the Tabernacle, that his audiences are always as mr.ny Jis the plact;
will hold; that twenty-three papers in Christendom statedly publish
his entire sermons and Friday night discourses, exclusive of the
dailies of the United States; that the papers girdle the globe,
being published in London, Liverpool, Mtyichesier, Glasgow, Belfast,
Toronto, Montxeal, St. John's, Sidney, Mtsl bourne, San Francisco,
Chicago, Boston, Raleigh, New York, and many others. To pulpit
labors of this responsibility should be added considerable pastoral
work, the conduct of the Ij«y College, and constantly recurring lec-
turing and literary work, to fill out the jjublic life of a very busy
man.

The multiplicity, large results and striking progress of the labors"
of J)r. Talmage have made the foregoing more of »:, orief narrative
of the epochs of his career than an accouiii of the career itself. It
has had to be so. Lack of space requires if. His work has had
rather to be intimated in generalities than told in details. The filling
in must come either from the knowledge of the reader or from intel-
ligent inferences and conclusions, d' -vn from the few principal facts
stated, and stated with care. Tl's remains to be said: No
other preacher addresses so many constantly. The words of no other
preacher were ever before carried by so many types or carried so
far Types give him three continents for a church, and the English-
speaking world for a congregation. The judgment of his generation,
will of course be divided upon him just as that of the next will not
That he is a topic in every new.spaper is much more signiflcjuit
than the fact of what treatment it gives him. Only men of g.nius

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are universally commented on. The universality of the comment
makes friends and foes alike prove the fact of the genius. That is
what is impressive — as for the quality of the comment, it will, in
nine cases out of ten, be much more a revelation of the character be-
hind the pen which writes it than a true view or review of the
man. This is necessarily so. The press and .he pulpit in
the main aro defective judges of one another. The former rarely
enters the inside of the latter's work. There is acquaintanceship, but
not intimacy between them. Journals find out tlmfact of a preaclier's
power in time. Then they go looking for the causes. Long before,
however, the masses have felt the causes and have realized.not merely
discovered, the fact. The pena'ty of being the leaders of great masses
has, from Whitcield and Wesley to Spurgeon and Talmage, been
lo servo, as the target for rimall wits. A constant source of attack on
men of such magnitude always has been and will be the presses
which, by the common consent of mankind, are described and dis-
pensed from all consideration, when they are rated Satanic. Their
attacks confirm a man's right to respect and reputation, and are a
proof of his influence and greatness. It can be truly said that while
secular criticism In f le United States favorably regards our subject
in proportion to its intelligence and uprightness, the judgment ol
foreigners on him has long been an index to the judgment of pos-
terity here. No other American is read so much and so constantly
abroad. His extraordinary imagination, earnestness, descriptive
powers and humor, his great art in grouping and arrangement, his
wonderful mastery of words to illumine and alleviate human condi-
tions and to interpret and inspire the harmonics of the better nature,
are appreciated by all who can put themselves in sympathy with his
originality of xiiethods and his high consecration of purpose. His man-
ner mates with his nature, it is each oermon in action. He presses the
eyes, hands, his entire body, into the service of the illustrative
truth. Gestures are the accompaniment of what he says. As he
stands out before the immense throng, without a scrap of notos or
manuscript before him,the effect produced can not l)e un -Brstood by
those who have never seen it. The solemnity, the tears, the awful
hush, as though the audience could not breathe again, are ofttimes
painful.

His voice is p«culiar,not musical, but prmlactive of startiing,8trong
ejects, such as characterize no preacher on either side of t lie Atlantic.
His power to grapple an audience and master it from text to perora-
tion has no equal. No man .vas ever less self-conscious in his work.
He feels a mission of evangelization on him as by the imposition of

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the Supreme. That mission lie responds to by doing tho duty that is
nearest to liim witlj all liis miglit— as confident tliat lie is under the
care and order of a Divine Master as those who hear him are that they
are under tlie spell of the greatest prose-poet tliat ever made tlie gos-
pel his oong and the redemption of the race the passion of his heart
The following discourses were taken down by stenographic re-
porters aijd revised by the author. On tlie occasion of their delivery
the church tm;s thronged beyond description, the streets around
blockaded with people so that carriages could not pass, Mr. Talmage
himself gaijiug a^lmission only by the help of the police.

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CHAPTER T.

A PERSONAL EXPLORATION IN HAUNTS OF VICE.

" When said he unto me, Son of man, dig now in tlie wall ; ant!
when 1 had digged in the wall, behold a door. And he said unto
me, Go in and behold the wicked abominations that they do here. So I
went in and saw ; and behold every form of creeping thing.) and
abominable beiist.s."— E^ekiel, viii: b, 9, 10.

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So this minister of religion, Ezekiel, was commanded
to tlie exploration of the sin of his day. He was not to
stand outside the door guessing what it was, but was to
go in and see for himself. He did not in vision say:
"' O Lord, I don't wan't to go in ; I dare not go in ; if I
go in 1 might be criticised ; O Lord, please let me of^V*
When God told Ezekiel to go in he went in, " and saw,
and behold all manner of creeping things and abomin-
able beasts." I, as a minister of religion, felt I had a
Divine commission to explore the iniquities of our
cities. I did not ask counsel of my session, or my Pres-
bytery, or of the newspapers, but asking the companion-
sliip of three prominent police officials and two of the
elders of my church, I unrolled my commission, and
it said : " Son of man, dig into the wall ; and when I
had digged into the wall, behold a door ; and he said,
Go in and see the wicked abominations that are done
iiere ; and I went in, and saw, and behold !" Brought
up in the country and surrounded by much parental
care, I had not until this autumn seen the haunts of
iniquity. By the grace of God defended, I had never

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sowed any " wild oats." I had somehow been able to
tell from various sources something about the iniquities
of the great cities, and to preach against them ; but I
saw, in the destruction of a great multitude of the peo-
])le, that there must be an infatuation and a temptation
that had never been spoken about, and I said, " I 'vill
explore." I saw tens of thousands of men going down,
and if there had been a spiritual percussion answering to
the physical percussion, the whole air would have been
lull of the rumble, and roar, and crack, and thunder of
the demolition, and this moment, if we should pause in
our service, we should hear the crash, crash ! Just as in
the sickly season you sometimes hear the bell at the gate
of the cemetery ringing almost incessantly, so 1 found
that the bell at the gate of the cemetery where lost souls
are buried was tolling by day and tolling by night. 1
said, " I will explore." I went as a physician goes into
a small-pox hospital, or a fever lazzaretto, to see what
practical and useful information 1 might get. That
would be a foolish doctor who would stand outside the
door of an invalid writing a Latin prescription. When
the lecturer in a medical college is done with his lecture
he takes the F^tudents into the dissecting room, and he
shows them the reality. I am here this morning to report
a plague, and to tell you how sin dissects the body, and
dissects the mind, and dissects the soul. " Oli !" say
you, " are you no.t afraid that in consequence of your
exploration of the inquities of the city other persons
may make exploration, and do themselves damage ?" I
reply: "If, in company with the Commissioner of
Police, and the Captain of Police, and the Inspector of
Police, and the company of two Christian gentlemen,
and not with the spirit of curiosity, but that you may
see sin in order the better to cx)mbat it, then, in the name

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of the eternal God, go ? But, if not, then stay away.
"Wellington, standing in the battle of Waterloo when
the bullets were buzzing around his head, saw a civilian
on the field. He said to him, " Sir, what are you
doing here 'i Be off ?" " Why," replied the civilian,
*' there is no more danger here for me than there is for
you." Then Wellington flushed np and said, " God and
my country demand that I be liere, but you have no
errand here." Now I, as an officer in the army of Jesus
Christ, went on this exploration, and on to this battle-
field. If you bear a like commission, go ; if not,
stay away. But you say, " DonH you think that some-
how your description of these places will induce people
to go and see for themselves ?" I answer, yes, just as
much as the description of the yellow fever at Grenada
would induce people to go down there and get the pesti-
lence. It was told us there were hardly enough people
alive to bury the dead, and I am going to tell yon a
story in these Sabbath morning sermons of places wher>
they are all dead or dying. And I shall not gild iniqui
ties. I shall play a dirge and not an anthem, and while
I shall not put faintest blusii on fairest cheek, I will
kindle the cheeks of many a man into a conflagration,
and I will make his eiu-s tingle. But you say, '^ Don't
you know that the papers are criticising you for the
position you take?" I say, yes ; and do you know how
I feel about it ! There is no man who is more indebted
to the newspaper press than I am. My business is Uy
preach the truth, and the wider the audience the news-
paper press gives me, tl:e wider my field is. As the
secular and religious press of the United States and the
Canadas, and of England and Ireland and Scotland and
Australia and New Zealand, are giving me every week
nearly three million souls for an audience, I say I am

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indebted to the press, anyhow. Go on I To the day of
my death I cannot pay them what I owe them. So slash
away, gentlemen. The more the merrier. If there is
anything I despise, it is a dull time. Brisk criticism is
a coarse Turkish towel, with which every public man
needs every day to be rubbed down, in order to keep
healthful circulation. Give my love to all the secular
and religious editors, and full permission to run their
steel pens clear through my sermons, from introduction
to application.

It was ten o'clock of a calm, clear, star-lighted night
when the carriage rolled with us from the bright part of
the city down into the region where gambling and crime
and death hold high carnival. When I speak of houses
of dissipation, I do not refer to one sin, or five sins, but
to all sins. As the horses halted, and, escorted by the
officers of the law, we went in, we moved into a world
of which we were as practically ignorant as though it
had swung as far oiF from us as Mercury is from Saturn.
No shout of revelry, no guffaw of laughter, but compar-
ative silence. Not many signs of death, but the dead
were there. As I moved through this place 1 baid,
''This is the home of lost souls." It was a Dante's
Inferno; nothing to stir the mirth, but many things to
fill the eyes with tears of pity. Ah 1 there were moral
corpses. There were corpses on the stairway,
corpses in the gallery, corpses in the gardens. Leper
met leper, but no bandaged mouth kept back the
breath. I felt that I was sitting on the iron coast against
v;hich Euroclydon had driven a luindred dismasted
hulks — every moment more blackened hulks rolling in.
And while I stood and waited for the goin^ down of the
storm and the lull of the sea, I bethouglit myself, this
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and on each carcass that strowcd the beach already had
alighted a vulture — the lon<^-beaked, filthy vulture of
unending dispair — now picking into the corruption, and
now on the black wing wiping the blood of a soul I No
lark, no robin, no cliafiinch, but vultures, vultures, vul-
tures. I was reading of an incident that occurred in
Pennsylvania a few weeks ago, where a naturalist had
presented to him a deadly serpent, and he put it in a
bottle and stood it in his studio, and one evening,
while in the studio with Iris daughter, a bat flew in the
window, extinguished the light, struck the bottle con-
taining the deadly serpent, and in a few moments there
was a shriek from the daughter, and in a few hours she
was dead. She had been bitten of the serpent. Amid
these haunts of death, in that midnight exploration I
saw that there were lions and eagles and doves for in-
signia; but I thought to myself how inappropriate,
Bette the insignia of an adder and a bat. '

First of all, I have to report as a result of this mid-
night exploration that all the sacred rhetoric about the
costly magnificence of the haunts of iniquity is apocry-
phal. We were shown what was called the costliest and
most magnificent specimen. I had often heard that the
walls were adorned with masterpieces; that the fountains
were bewitching in the gaslight; that the music was like
the touch of a Thalbergor a Grottschalk; that the uphol-
stery was imperial; that the furniture in some places
was like the throne-room of the Tulleries. It is all false.
Masterpieces! There was not a painting worth $5, leav-
ing aside the frame. Great daubs of color that no
intelligent mechanic would put oi\ his wall. A cross-
breed between a chromo and a splash of poor paint!
MusicI Some of the homeliect creatures I ever uaw
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Upholstery? Two characteriatics; red and cheap. You
have heard so much about the wonderful lights — blue
and green and yellow and orange flashing across the
dancers and the gay groups. Seventy-five cents' worth
of chemicals would produce all that in one night. Tinsel
gewgaws, tawdriness frippery, seemingly much of it
bought at a second-hand furniture store and never yjaid
for! For the most part^ the inhabitants were repulsive.
Here and there a soul on whom God had put the crown
of beauty, but nothing comparable with the Christian
loveliness and purity which you may see any pleasant
afternoon on any of the thoroughfares of our great cities.
Young man, you are a stark fool if you go to places of
dissipation to see pictures, and hear music, and admire
beautiful and gracious countenances. From Thomas's, or
Dodworth's, or Gilmore's Band, in ten minutes you will
hear more harmony than in a whole year of the racket
and bang of the cheap orchestras of the dissolute. Oome
to me, and I will give you a letter of introduction to
any one of five hundred homes in Brooklyn and New
York, where you will see finer pictures and hear more
beautiful music— music and pictures compared with which
there is nothing worth speaking of in houses of dissi-
pation. Sin, however pretentious, is almost always poor.
Mirrors, divans, Chickering grand she cannot keep. The
sheriff is after it with uplifted mallet, ready for the ven-
due. "Going! going! gone! .- ^^
But, my friends, I noticed in all the haunts of dissi-
pation that there was an attempt at music, however poor.
The door swung open and shut to music; they stepped to
music; they danced to music; they attempted nothing
without music, and I said to myself, " If such inferior
music has such power, and drum, and fife, and orchestra
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that in all our churches and reform associations we
tested how much ciiarm there is in it to bring men
off the wrong road to tlie rigiit road?" Fifty times tliat
night I said within myself, " If poor music is so power-
ful in a bad direction, why cannot good music be ahnost
omnij)otent in a good direction?" Oh! my friends, we
want to drive men into tlic kingdom of God with a mus-
ical staff. We want to shut off the path of death witli
a musical bar. We want to snatch all the musical instru-
ments from the service of the devil, and with organ, and
cornet, and base viol, anu piano and orchestra praise the
Lord. Good Ricliard Cecil when seated in the pulpit,
said that when Doctor Wargan was at the organ, he, Mr.
Cecil, was so overpowered with the music that he found
himself looking for the first chapter of Isaiah in the
prayer book, wondering he could not find it. Oh I holy
bewilderment. Let us send such men as Phillip Phillips,
the Christian vocalist, all around the world, and
Arbuckle, the cornest, with his " Robin Adair '* set to
Christian melody, and George Morgan with his Ilallelu-
ah Chorus, and ten thousand Christian men with up-
lifted hosannas to capture this whole earth for God. Oh!
my fi lends, we have had enough minor strains in the
church; give us major strains. We have had enough
dead marches in the church; play us those tunes which
are played when an army is on a dead run to overtake an
enemy. Give us the double-quick. We are in full
gallop of cavalry charge. Forward, the whole line!
Many a man who is unmoved by Christian argument
surrenders to a Christian song.

Many a man under the power of Christian music has
had a change take place in his soul and in his life equal
to that which took place in the life of a man in Scot-

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land, who -for fifteen vears had been a drunkard. Com-
ing homo late at ni^ht, as he touched the doorsill, his
wife trembled at liis coming. Telling the story after-
ward, she said, "I didn't dare go to bed lest he violently
drag me forth. When he came home there was only
about the half inch of the candle left in the socket.
When he entered, he said: 'Where are the children?*
and I said, *They are up stairs. in bed.' He said, 'Go
and fetch them,' and I went up and I knelt down and I
prayed God to defend me and my children from their
cruel father. And then I brought them down. He
took up the eldest in his arms and kissed her and said,
'My dear lass, the Lord hath sent thee a father home to-
night.' And so he did with the second, and then he
took up the third of the children and said, 'My dear boy,
the Lord hath sent thee home a father to-night.' And

then he took up the babe and said, 'My darling babe, the
Lord hath sent thee home a father to-night.' And then
he put his arm around me and kissed me, and said, 'My
dear lass, the Lord hath sent thee home a husband
to-night.' Why, sir, I had na' heard anything like that
for fourteen years. And he prayed and he was com-
forted, and my soul was restored, for 1 didn't live as I
ought to have lived, close to God. My trouble had
broken me down." Oh! for such a transformation in
some of the homes of Brooklyn to-day. By holy con-
spiracy, in the last song of the morning, let us sweep
every prodigal into the kingdom of our God. Oh I ye
chanters above Bethlehem, come and hover this morning
and give us a snatch of the old tune about "good will to
men."

But I have, also to report of that midnight ex-
ploration, that I saw something that amazed me more
than I can tell. I do not want to tell it, for it will

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take pain to many hearts fur away, and I cannot cotntbrt
them. Bnt I must tell it. In all these haunts of
iniquity I found young men with the ruddy color of
country health on their cheek, evidently juat come to
town for business, entering stores, and shops, and offices.
They had helped gather the summer grain. There they
were in haunts of iniquity, the look on their cheek which
is never on the cheek except when there has been hard
work on the farm and in the open air. Here were these
young men who had heard how gayly a boat dances on
tlie edge of a maehtrom, and they were venturing. O
God! will a few weeks do such an awful work for a
young man? O Lord I hast thou forgotten what trans-
pired when they knelt at the family altar that morning
wheri he came away, and how father's voice trembled in
the prayer, and mother and sister sobbed as they lay on
the floor? 1 saw that young man when lie first con-
fronted evil. I saw it was the first night there. I saw
on him a defiant look, as much as to say, " I am mightier
than sin.'* Then I saw him consult with iniquity.
Then I saw him waver and doubt. Then I saw going
over his countenance the shadow of sad reflections, and
I knew from his looks there was a powerful memory
stirring his soul. 1 think there was a whisper going
out from the gaudy uph'^lsterj, saying, "My son, go
home." I think there was a hand stretched out from
under the curtains — a hand tremulous with anxiety, a
hand that had been worn with work, a hand partly
wrinkled with age, that seemed to beckon him away,
and so goodness and sin seemed to struggle in that
young man's soul; but sin triumphed, and he surren-
dered to darkness and to death — an ox to the slaughter.
Oh! my soul, is this the end of all the good advice? Is
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Have the clnsters of the country vineyard been thrown
into this great wine-press where Despair and Anguish
end Death trample, and the vintage is a vintage of blood?
I do not feel so sorry for that young man who brought
up in city life, knows beforehand what are all the sur-
rounding temptations; but God pity the country lad
unsuspecting and easily betrayed. Oh! young man
from the farmhouse among the hills, what have your
parents done that you should do this against them?
Why are you bent on killing with trouble her who gave
you birth ? Look at her fingers — what makes them so
distort? Working for you. Do you prefer to that hon-
est old face the berouged- cheek of sin? Write home
to-morrow morning by the first mail, cursing your
mother's v/hite hair, cursing her stooped shoulder, curs-
ing her old arm-chair, cursing the cradle in which she
rocked you. "Oh!" you say, "I- can't, I can't." You
are doing it already. There is-something on your hands,
on your forehead, on your feet. It is red. What is it?
The blood of a mother's broken heart! When you were
threshing the harvest apples from that tree at the corner
of the field lasc summer, did yon think you would
ever come to this? Did jon think that the sharp
sickle of death would cut you down so soon? If I
thought I could break the infatuation I would come
down from ohe pulpit and throw my arms around you
and beg you to stop. Perhrps I am a little more sym-
pathetic with such because I was a country lad. It was
not until fifteen years of age that I saw a great city. I
remember how stupendous New York looked as I arrived
at Oortlandt Ferry. And now that I look back and
remember that I had a nature all awake to hilarities and
amusements, it is a wonder that I escaped. I was say-
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and he paid, '* Ah! sir, 1 guess there wore some prayers
hovering about." When I see a young man coming
I'rom the tamo life of the country and going down in the
city ruin, I am not surprised. My only surprise is that
any escape, considering the allurements. I waw a few
days ago on the St. Lawrence river, and I said to the
captain, "What a swift stream this is." '"Oh!" he
replied, " seventy-five miles from here it is ten times
swifter. Why, we have to employ an Indian pilot, and
we give him $1,000 for his summer's work, just to con-
duct our boats through between the rocks and the islands,
so swift are the rapids." Well, my friends, every man that
comes into New York and Brooklyn life comes into the
rapids, and the only question is whether he shall have
safe or unsafe pilotage. Young man, your bad habits
will be reported at the homestead. You cannot hide
them. There are people who love to carry bad news,
and there will be some accursed old gossip who will wend
her infernal step toward the old homestead, and she will
sit down, and, after she has a while wriggled in the
chair, she will say to your old parents, "Do you know
your son drinks?" Then your parents will get white
about the lips, and your mother will ask to have the
door set a little open for the fresh air, and before that
old gossip leaves the place she will have told your parents
all about the places where you are accustomed to go.
Then your mother will come out, and she will sit down
on the step where you used to play, and she will cry and
cry. Then she will be sick, and the gig of the country
doctor will come up the country lane, and the horse will
be tied at the swing-gate, and the prescription will fail,
and she will get worse and worse, and in her delirium
she will talk about nothing but you. Then the farmers
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fence aoout the house, and they will talk about what
ailed the one that iied, and one will say it was inter-
mittent, and another will say it was congestion, and
another will say it was premature old age; but it will be
neither intermittent, nor congestion, nor old age. In tin
ponderous book of Almighty God it will be recorded for
everlasting ages to *ead that you killed her. Our lan-
guage is very fertile in describing different kinds of
crime. Slaying a man is homicide. Slaying a brother
is fratricide. Slaying a father is patricide. Slaying a
mother is matricide. It takes two words to describe
your crime — patricide and matricide. -

I must leave to other Sabbath mornings the unrolling
of the scroll which I have this morning only laid on
your table. We have come only to the vestibule of the
subject. I have been treating of generals. I shall come
to specitics. I have not told you of all the styles of peo-
ple I saw in the haunts of iniquity. Before I get
through with these sermons and next Sabbath morning
I will answer the question everywhere* f^kcd me, why
does municipal authority allow these haunts of iniquity?

I will show all the obstacles in the way. Sirs, before
I get through with this course of Sabbath morning ser-
mons, by the help of the eternal God, I will save ten
thousand men! And in the execution of this mission I
defy all earth and hell.

But I was going to tell you of an incident. I said to
the officer, " Well, let us go; I am tired of this scene;''
and as we passed out of the haunts of iniquity into the
fresh air, a soul passed *n. What a face that was! Sor-
row only half covered up with an assumed joy. It was
a woman's face. I saw as plainly as on the page of a
book the tragedy. You know that there is such a thing
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a fatal somnambulism, a soul started off from her father*8
house. It was very dark, and her feet were cut of the
rocks; but on she went until she came to the verge of a
chasm, and she began to descend from bowlder to
bowlder down over the rattling slielving — for you know
while walking in sleep people will go where they would
not go when awake. Further on down, and further,
where no owl of the night or hawk of the day would
venture. On down until she touched the depth of the
chaSi. . Then, in walking sleep, she began to ascend
the other side of the chasm, rock above rock, as the roe
boundeth. Without having her head to swim with the
awful steep, she scaled the height. No eye but the
sleepless eye of God watched her^as she went down one
side the chasm and came up the other side the chasm.
It was an August night, and a storm was gathering, and
a loud burst of thunder awoke her from her somnambu-
lism, and she said, " Whither shall I fly?" and with an
affrighted eye she looked back upon the chasm she had
crossed, and she looked in front, and there was a deeper
chasm before her. She said, **What shall I do? Must
I die here?" And as she bent over the one chasm, she
heard the sighing of the past; and as she bent over the
other chasm, she heard the portents of the future. Then
she sat down on the granite crag, and cried: "O! for my
father's house! O! for the cottage, where I might die
amid embowering honeysuckle! OI the past! O! the
future' 01 father! O! mother! O! God!" But the
storm that had been gathering culminated, and wrote
with finger of lightning on the sky just above the hori-
zon, " The way of the transgressor is hard." And then
thunder-peal after thunder-peal uttered it: "Which for-
saketh the guide of her youth and forgetteth the cove-
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the cavern behind echoed it, "Destroyed without rem-
edy!" And the chasm before echoed it, "Destroyed
without remedy!" There she perished, lier cut and
bleeding feet on the edge of one chasm, her long locks
washed of the storm dripping over the other chasm.

But by this time our carriage had reached the curb-
stone of my dwelling, and I awoke, and behold it was a
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THE LEPERS OF HIOU LIFE.

CHAPTER II.

THE LEPERS OF HIGH LIFE.

"Policeman, what of the night '"—Isaiah xxi: 11.

The original of the text may be translated either
" watchman " or *' policeman." I have chosen the latter
word. The olden- time cities were all thus guarded.
There were roughs, and thugs, and desperadoes in Jeru-
salem, as well as there are in New York and Brooklyn.
The police headquarters of olden time was on top of the
city wall. King Solomon, walking incognito through
the streets, reports in one of his songs that he met these
officials. King Solomon must have had a large posse of
police to look after his royal grounds, for he had twelve
thousand blooded horses in his stables, and he had mil-
lions of dollars in his palace, and he had six hundred
wives, and, though the palace was large, no house was
ever large enough to hold two women married to the
same man; much less could six hundred keep the peace.
Well, the night was divided into three watches, the first
watch reaching from sundown to 10 o'clock; the second
watch from 10 o'clock to two in the morning; ♦'he third
watch from two in the morning to sunrise. An Idumean,
•anxious about the prosperity of the city, and in regard
to any danger that might threaten it, accosts an officer
just as you might any night upon our streets, saying,
"Policeman, what of the night?" Policemen, more
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are vast responsibilities for small paj. The police officer
of your city gets $1,100 salary, bat he may spend only
one night of an entire month in his family. The detect-
ive of yonr city gets $1,500 salary, but from January to
January there is not an hour that he may call his own
Amid cold and heat and tempest, and amid the perils of
the bludgeon of the midnight assassin, he does his work.
The moon looks down upon nine-tenths of the iniquity
of our great cities. What wonder, then, that a few
weeks ago, in the interest of morality and religion, I
asked the question of the text, " Policeman, what of the
night?" In addition to this powerful escortage, I asked
two elders of the church to accompany me; not because
they were any better than the other elders of the church,
but because they were more muscular, and I was resolved
that in any case where anything more than spiritual
defense was necessary, to refer the whole matter to their
hands! I believe in muscular Christianity. I wish that
our theological seminaries, instead of sending out so
many men with dyspepsia and liver complaint and aU
out of breath by the time they have climbed to the top
of the pulpit stairs, would, through gymnasiums and
other means, send into the pulpit physical giants as well
as spiritual athletes. I do wish I could consecrate to the
Lord two hundred and fifty pounds avoirdupois weight?
But, borrowing the strength of others, I started out on
the midnight exploration. I was preceded in this work
by Thomas Chalmers, who opened every door of iniquity
in Edinburgh before he established systematic ameliora-
tion, and preceded by Thomas Guthrie, who explored all
the squalor of the city before he established the ragged
schools, and by every man who has done anything to
balk crime, and help the tempted and the destroyed.
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derided by the hypocrities and the sanhedrims of hia
day, because he persisted in exploring the deepest raora\
slush of his time, going down among demoniacs and
paupers and adulteresses, never so happy as when he
had ten lepers to cure. Some of you may have beeu
surprised that there was a great hue and cry raised be-
fore these sermons were begun, and sometimes the hue
cry was Tnade by professors of "'^ligion. I was not sur-
prised. Tlie simple fact is that in all our churches there
are lepers who do not want their scabs touched, and they
foresaw that before I got through with this series of ser-
mons I would show up some of the wickedness and
rottenness of what is called the upper class. The devil
howled because he knew I was going to hit him hard I
Now, I say to all such men, whether in the church or
out of it, *' Ye hypocrites, ye generation of vipers, how
can ye escape the damnation of hell?"

I noticed in my midnight exploration with these high
oflBcials that the haunts of sin are chiefly supported by
men of means and men of wealth. The young men
recently come from the country, of whom I spoke last
Sabbath morning, are on small salary, snd they have
but little money to spend in sin, and if they go into lux-
uriant iniquity the employer finals it out by the inflamed
eye and the marks of dissipation, and they are discharged.
The luxuriant places of iniquity are supported by men
who come down from the fashionable avenues of New York*
and cross over from some of the finest mansions of Brook-
lyn. Prominent business men from Boston, Philadelphia,
and Chicago, and Cincinnati patronize these places of
crime. I could call the names of prominent men in
our cluster of cities who patronize these places of in-
iquity, and I mar call their names before I get through
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and Brooklyn society tumble into wreck. Judges of
courts, distinguished lawyers, officers of the church,
political orators standing on Republican and Democratic
and Greenback platforms talking about God and good
morals until you might suppose them to be evangelists
expecting a thousand converts in one night. Gall the
roll of dissipation in the haunts of iniquity any night,
and if the inmates will answer, you will find there stock-
brokers from Wall street, large importers from Broad-
way, iron merchants, leather merchants, cotton mer-
chants, hardware merchants, wholesale grocers, repre-
sentatives from all the commercial and wealthy classes.
Talk about the heathenism below Canal street! There
is a worse heathenism above Canal street. I prefer
that kind of heathenism which wallows in filth and dis-
gusts the beholder rather than that heathenism which
covers up its walking putrefaction with camel's-hair
shawl and point lace, and rides in turnouts worth $3,000»
liveried driver ahead and resetted flunky behind. We
have been talking so much about the gospel for the
masses; now let us talk a little about the gospel for the
lepers of society, for the millionaire sots, for the portable
lazzarettos of upper-tendom. It is the iniquity that
comes down from the higher circles of society that sup-
ports the haunts of crime, and it is gradually turning
our cities into Sodoms and Gomorrahs waiting for the
fire and brimstone tempest of the Lord God who
whelmed the cities of the plain. We want about five
hundred Anthony Comstocks to go forth and explore
and expose the abominations of high life. For eight or
ten years there stood within sight of the most fashionable
New York drive a Moloch temple, a brown -stone hell on
earth, which neither the Mayor, nor the judges, nor the
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man of less than average physical stature, and with
cheek scarred by the knife of a desperado whom he had
arrested, walked into that palace of the damned on Fifth
avenue, and in the name of God put an end to
to it, the priestess presiding at tlie orgies retreating by
suicide into the lost v-arld, her bleeding corpso found in
her own bath-tub. May the eternal God have mercy on
our cities. Gilded sin comes down from these high
places into the upper circles of iniquity, and then on
gradually down, until in five years it makes the whole
pilgrimage, from the marble pillar on the brilliant
avenue clear down to the cellars of Water street. The
ofiicer on that midnight exploration said to me: " Look
at them now, and look at them three years from now
when all this glory has departed; they'll be a heap of
rags in the station-house." Another of the oflScers said
tome: " That is the daughter of one of the wealthiest
families on Madison square."

But I have something more amazing to tell you than
that the men of means and wealth support these haunts
of iniquity, and that is that they are chiefly supported
by heads of families — fathers and husbands, with the
awful perjury of broken marriage vows upon them, with
a niggardly stipend left at home for the support of their
families, going forth with their thousands for the dia-
monds and wardrobe and equipage of iniquity. In the
name of heaven, I denounce this public iniquity. Let
such men be hurled out of decent circles. Let them be
hurled out from business circles. If they will not
repent, overboard with them I I lift one-half the bur-
den of malediction from the unpitied head of offending
woman, and hurl it on the blasted pate of offending man I
Society needs a new division of its anathema. Uy what
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woman down off the precipices of destruction, while
offending man, . kid-gloved, walks in refined circles,
invited up if he have money, advanced into political
recognition, while all the doors of high life open at the
first rap of his gold-headed cane? I say, if you let one
come back, let them both come back. If one must go
down, let both go down. 1 give you as my opinion that
the eternal perdition of all other sinners will be a heaven
compared with the punishment everlasting of that man
who, turning his back upon her whom he swore to pro-
tect and defend until death, and upon his children, whose
destiny may be decided by his example, goes forth to
seek affectional alliances elsewhere. For such a man the
portion will be fire, and hail, and tempest, and darkness,
and blood, and anguish, and despair forever, forever, for-
ever! My friends, there has got to be a reform in this
matter, or American society will go to pieces. Under
the head of "incompatibility of temper," nine-tenths of
the abomination goes on. What did you get married
for if your dispositions are incompatible? "Oh!" you
say, "I rushed into it without thought " Then you
ought to be willing to suffer the punishment for making
a fool of yourself I Incompatibility of temper! You
are responsible for at least a half of the incompatibility
Why are you not honest and willing to admit either that
you did not control your temper, or that you had already
broken your marriage oath ? In nine hundred and ninety-
nine cases out of the thousand, incompatibility is p
phrase to cover up wickedness already enacted. I declare
in the presence of this city and in the presence of the
world that heads of families are supporting these haunts
of iniquity. I wish there might be y. police raid lasting
a great while, that they would just go down through all
these places of sin and gather up all the prominent busi-

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paper! Let such a course be undertaken in our cities,
and in six months there would be eighty per cent, oflf
your public crime. It is not now the young men and
the boys that need bo much looking after; it is their
fathers and mothers. Let heads of families cease to pat-
ronize places of iniquity, and in a sliort time they would
crumble to ruin.

But you meet me with the question, "Why don't the
city authorities put an end to such places of iniquity?"
I answer in regard to Brooklyn, the work has already
been done. Six years ago there were in the radius of
your City Hall thirty-eight gambling saloons. They
are all broken up. The ivory and wooden "chips"
that came from the gambling-hells into the Police Head-
quarters came in by the peck. How many inducements
were offered to our oflScials, such as: "This will be worth
a thousand dollars to you if you will let it go on." "This
will be worth five thousand if you will only let it go on."
But our commissioners of police, mightier than any
bribe, pursued their work until, while beyond the city
limits there may be exceptions, within the city limits of
Brooklyn there is not a gambling-hell, or policy-shop,
or a house of death so pronounced. There are under-
ground iniquities and hidden scenes, but none so pro-
nounced. Every Monday morning all the captains of
the police make reports in regard to their respective pre-
cincts. When the work began, the police in authority
at that time said; "Oh! it can't be done; we can't get
into these places of iniquity to see them, and hence we
can't break them up." "Then," said the commissioners
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soon after the shoulders uf a stout policeman ^oes against
the door, it gets off its hinges. Some of the captains of
police said: "This thing has been going on so long, it
cannot be crushed." "Then," said the commissioners
of police, "we'll get other captains of police." The
work went on until new, if a reformer wants the com-
missioners of police to show him the haunts of iniquity
in Brooklyn, there «*re none to show him. If you know
a single case that is an exception to what I say, report
it to me at the close of this service at the foot of this
platform, and I will warrant that within two hours after
you report the case Commissioner Jourdan, Superin-
tendent Campbell, Inspector Waddy,and as many of the
twenty-live detectives and of the five hundred and fifty
policemen as are necessary will come down on it like an
Alpine avalanche. If you do not report it, it is because
you are a coward, or else because you are in the sin your-
self, and you do not want it shown up. You shall bear
the whole responsibility, and it shall not be thrown on
the hard-working and heroic detective and police force.
But you say: "How has this general clearing out of
gambling-hells and places of iniquity been accom-
plished?" Our authorities have been backed up by a
high public sentiment. In a city which has on its judi-
cial bench such magnificent men as Neilson, and
Keynolds, and McCue, and Moore, and Pratt, and others
whom I am not fortunate enough to kiiow, there must
be a mighty impulse upward toward God and good mor-
als. We have in the high places of this city men not
only with great heads, but with great hearts. A young
man disappeared from his father's house about the time
the Brooklyn Theater burned, and it was supposed that
he had been destroyed in that ruin. The father, broken-
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left the city. Recently the wandering son came back.
He could not find Lis father, who, in departing, had
given no idea of his destination. The case was reported
to a man high in official position, and he sat down and
wrote a letter to all the chiefs of police in the United
States, in order that he might deliver that prodigal eon
into the arms of hi^ broken-hearted father. A few days
ago it was found that the father was in California. I
understand that son is now on the way to meet him, and
it will bo the parable of the prodigal son over again
when they embrace each other, and the father says:
*'Rejoice with me, for this my son was dead and is alive
again, was lost and is found." I have forgotten the
name of the father, I have forgotten the name of his son ;
but I have not forgotten the name of the officer whose
sympathetic heart beats so loud under his badge of office.
It was Patrick Campbell, Superintendent of the Brook-
lyn police. I do not mention these things as a matter of
city pride, nor as a matter of exultation, but of gratitude
to God that Brooklyn to-day stands foremost among
American cities in its freedom from places of iniquity.
But Brooklyn has a large share of sin. Where do the
people of Brooklyn go when they propose to commit
abomination ? To New York. I was told in the mid-
night exploration in New York with the police that
there are some places almost entirely supported by men
and women from Brooklyn. We are one city after all —
one now before the bridge is completed, to be more
thoroughly one when the bridge is done.

Well, then, you press me with another question : "Why
[don't the public authorities of New York extirpate these
launts of iniquity?" Before I give you a definite answer

want to say that the obstacles in that city are greater
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the landing-place of European immigration. Its wealth
is mighty to establish and defend places of iniquity.
Twice a year there are incursions of people from all
parte of the land coming on the spring and the fall trade.
It requires twenty times the municipal energy to keep
order in New York that it does in any city from Port-
land to 6an Francisco. But still you pursue me with
the question, and I am to answer it by telling you that
there is infinite fault and immensity of blame to be
divided between three parties. First, the police of New
York city. So far as I know them, they are courteous
gentlemen. They have had great discouragement, they
tell me, in the fact that when they arrest crime and
bring it before the courts the witnesses will not appear
lest they criminate themselves. They tell me also that
they have been discouraged by the fact that so many
suits have been brought against them for damages. But
after all, my friends, they must take their share of blame.
I have come to the conclusion, after much research and
investigation, that there are captains of police in New
York who are in complicity with crime — men who
make thousands of dollars a year for the simple
fact that they will not tell and will permit places of
iniquity to stand month after month and year after year.
I am told that there are captains of police in New York
who get a percentage on every bottle of wine sold in the
hat Jits of death, and that they get a revenue from all the
bharnbles of sin. What a state of things this is I In the
Twenty-ninth precinct of New York there are one hun.
dred and twenty-one dens of death. Night after nighty
month after month, year after year, untouched. In West
Twenty- sixth street and West Twenty-seventh street and
West Thirty-first street there are whole blocks that are
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there are 2,500 police^nen. Not long ago there was a
masquerade bull in which the masculine and femini.^e
offenders of society were the participants, and some of
the police danced in the masquerade and distributed the
prizes! There is the grandest opportunity that has ever
opened for any American open now. It is for that man
in high official position who shall get into his stirrups
and say, " Men, follow?" and who shall in one night
sweep around and take all of these leaders of iniqu? y,
whether on suspicion or on positive proof, saying, " 1*11
take the responsibility, come on! I put my private
property and my political aspirations and my life into
this crusade against the powers of darkness." That man
would be Mayor of the city of New York. That man
would be lit to be President of the United States.

But the second part of the blame I must put at the
door of the District Attorney of New York. I under-
stand he is an honorable gentleman, but he has not time
to attend to all these cases. Literally, there are thousands
of cases unpursued for lack of time. Now, I say, it is
the bueiiiess of New York to give assistants, and clerks,
and help to the District Attorney until all these places
shall go down in quick retribution. ' ;; ' Hit-vjH *"'
But the third part of the blame, and the heaviest part
of it, I pnt on the moral and Christian people of our
cities, who are guilty of most culpable indifference on
this whole subject. When Tweed stole his millions
large audiences were assembled in indignation, Charles
O'Conor was retained, committees of safety and investi-
gation were appointed, and a great stir made; but night

^y night there is a theft and a burglary of city morals
fts much worse than Tweed's robberies as his were worse

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nation meetings in Cooper Institute and Academy of
Music and Chickering and Irving Halls to compel the
public authorities to do their work and to send the police,
with clubs and lanterns and revolvers, to turn off the
colored lights of the dance-houses, and to mark for con-
fiscation the trunks and wardrobes and furniture and
scenery, and to gather up all the keepers, and all the in-
mates, and all the patrons, and march them out to the
Tombs, fife and drum sounding the Rogue's March,
r While there are men smoking their cigarettes, with
their feet on Turkish divans, shocked that a minister of
religion should explore and expose the iniquity of city
life, there are raging underneath our great cities a Coto-
paxi, a Stromboli, a Vesuvius, ready to bury us in ashes
and scoria deeper than that which whelmed Pompeii and
Herculaneum. Oh ! I wish the time would come for the
plowshare of public indignation to push through and
rip up and turn under those parts of iNew York which
are the plague of the nation. Now is the time to hitch
up the team to this plowshare. In this time, when Mr.
Cooper is Mayor, and Mr. Kelly is Comptroller, and Mr.
Nichols is Police Commissioner, and Superintendent
Walling wears the badge of oflSce, and there is on the
judicJial benches of New York an array of the befit men
that have ever occupied those positions since the founda-
tion of the city — Recorder Hackett, Police Magistrates
Kilbreth, Wandell, Morgan and Dufi^y ; such men as
Gildersleeve, and Sutherland, and Davis, and Curtis ;
and on the United States Court bench in New York
•uch men as Benedict, and Blatchford, and Choate — now
ifl the time to make an extirpation of iniquity. Now is
the time for a great crusade, and for the people of our cities
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" Go ahead, and we will back you with our lives, our for-
tunes, and our sacred honor,"

I must adjourn until next Sabbath morning much of
what [I wanted to say about certain forms of iniquity
which I saw rampant in the night of my exploration
with the city officials. But before I stop this morning
1 want to have one word with a class of men with whom
people have so little patience that they never get a kind
word of invitation. I mean the men who have forsaken
their homes. Oh! my brother, return. You say; "1
can't ; I have no home ; my home is broken up." Re-
establish your home. It has been done in other cases,
why may it not be done in your case? " Oh,*' you say,
-' we parted for life ; we have divided our property ; we
have divided our effects." I ask you, did you divide the
marriage ring of that bright day when you Etarted life
together ? Did you divide your family Bible? If so,
where did you divide it? Across the Old Testament,
where the Ten Commandments denounce your sin, or
across the New Testament, where Christ says : " Blessed
are the pure in heart?" Or did you divide it between
the Old and the New Testaments, right across the family
record of weddings and births and deaths ? Did you
divide the cradle in which you rocked your first bo^-n?
Did you divide the little grave in the cemetery, over
which you stood with linked arms, looking down in awful
bereavement? Above all, I ask you, did you divide your
hope for heaven, so that there is no full hope left for
either of you? Go back! There maybe a great gulf
between you and once happy domesticity; but Ciirist
will bridge that gulf. It may be a bridge of sighs. Turn
toward it. Put your foot on the over-arching span.
Hear it ! It is a voice unrolling from the throne: " He
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unto him a God, and he shall be my son ; but the un-
believing, and the sorcerers, and the whoremongers, and
the adulterers, and the idolators, and all liars shall have
their part in the lake which burnetii with fire and brim-
stone— which is the second death 1 '*

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THE GATES OF HELL.

*'The gates of hell shall not prevail against it."-St. Matthew xvi : 18.

" It is only 10 o'clock," said the officer of the law, as
we got into the carriage for the midnight exploration —
" it is only 10 o'clock, and it is too early to see the places
that we wish to see, for the theaters have not yet let out.^*
I said, " What do you mean by that ?" " Well," he said,
" the places of iniquity are not in full blast until the
people have time to arrive from the theaters." So we
loitered on, and the officer told the driver to stop on a
street where is one of the costliest and most brilliant
gambling-houses in the city of New York. As we came
up in front all seemed dark. The blinds were down ;
the door was guarded ; but after a whispering of the
officer with the guard at the door, we were admitted into
the hall, and thence into the parlors, around one table
finding eight or ten men in mid-life, well-dressed — all
the work going on in silence, save the noise of the
rattling " chips " on the gaming-table in one parlor, and
the revolving ball of the roulette table in the other par-
lor. Some of these men, we were told, had served terms
in prison; some were ship- wrecked bankers and brokers
and money-dealers, and some were going their first
rounds of vice — but all intent upon the table, as large or
small fortunes moved up and down before taem. Oh I
there was something awfully solemn in the silence — the
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I have no doubt some saw, as they sat there, horses and
carriages, and houses and lands, and home and family
rushing down into the vortex. A man's life would not
have been worth a tarthing in that presence had he not
been accompanied by the police, if he liad been supposed
to be on a Christian errand of observation. Some of
these men went by private key, some went in by careful
introduction, some were taken in by the patrons of the
establishment. The officer of the law told me: " None
get in here except by police mandate, or by some letter
of a patron." While we were there a young man came
in, put his money down on the roulette-table, and lost ;
p TY\ore money down on the roulette- table, and lost;
put e money down on the roulette- table, and lost;
then feeling in his pockets for more money, finding none,
in severe silence he turned his back upon the scene and
passed out. All the literature about the costly maguili-
cence of such places is untrue. Men kept their hats on
and smoked, and there was nothing in the upholstery or
the furniture ;o forbid. While we stood there men lost
their property and lost their souls. Oh! merciless place.
Not once in all the history of that gaming-house has
there b«en one word of sympathy uttered for the losers
at the game. Sir Horace Walpole said that a man
dropped dead in front of one of the club-houses of Lou-
don; his body was carried into the club-house, and the
members of the club began immediately to bet as to
whether he were dead or alive, and when it was proposed
to test the matter by bleeding him, it was only hindered
by the suggestion that it would be unfair to some of the
players! In these gaming-houses ofour cities, men have
their property wrung away from them, and then they
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drink, some to ply the counterfeiter's pen, and so restore
their fortunes, some resort to the suicide's revolver, but
all going down, and that work proceeds day by day, and
night by night, until it is estimated that every day in
Christendom eighty million dollars pass from hand to
hand through gambling practices, and every year in
Christendom one hundred and twenty-three billion, one
hundred million dollars change hands in that way.

" But," I said, " it is 11 o'clock, and we must be off."
We passed out into the hallway and so into the street,
the burly guard slamming the door of the house after us,
and we got into the carriage and rolled on toward the
gates of hell. You know about the gates of heaven.
You have often l.eard them preached about. There are
three to each point of the compass. On the north, three
gates; on the south, three gates; on the east, three
gates; on the west, three gates; and each gate is of solid
pearl. Oh ! gateof heaven ; may we all get into it. But
who shall describe the gates of hell spoken of in my text?
These gates are burnished until they sparkle and glisten
in the gas-light. They are mighty, and set in sockets
of deep and dreadful masonry. They are high, so that
those who are in may not clamber over and get out.
They are heavy, but they swing easily in to let those go
in who are to be destroyed. Well, my friends, it is
always safe to go where God tells you to go, and God
had told me to go through these gates of hell, and ex-
plore and report, and, taking three of the high police
authorities and two of the elders of my church, I went
in, and I am here this morning to sketch the gates of
hell. I remember, when the Franco-German war was
going on, that I stood one day in Paris looking at the
gates of the Tuileries, and I was so absorbed in the sculp-
turing at the top of the gates — the masonry and the

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bronze — that I forgot myself, and after awhile, looking
down, I saw that there were officers of the law scrutinizing
rae, supposing, no doubt, I was a German, and looking
ut those gates for adverse purposes. But, my friends,
we shall not stand looking at the outside of the gates of
hell. Througli this midnight exploration I shall tell
you of both sides, and I shall tell you what those gates
are made of. With the hammer of God's truth I shall
pound on the brazen panels, and with the lantern of
God's truth I shall flash a light upon the shining

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Gate the first: Impure literature. Anthony Com-
Btock seized twenty tons of bad books, plates, and letter-
press, and when our Professor Cochran, of the Poly-
technic Institute, poured the destructive acids on those
plates, they smoked in '>e righteous annihilation. And
yet a great deal of the bad literature of the day is not
gripped of the law. It is strewn in your parlors; it is
n your libraries. Some of your children read it at night
after they have retired, the gas-burner swung as near as
possible to their pillow. Much of this literature is un-
der the title of scientific information. A book agent
with one of these infernal books, glossed over with scien-
tific nomenclature, went into a hotel and sold in one day
a hundred copies, and sold them all to women! It is
appalling that men and women who can get through
their family physician all the useful information they
may need, and without any contamination, should wade
chin deep through such accnrsed literature under the
plea of getting useful knowledge, and that printing-
presses, hoping to be called decent, lend themselves to
this infamy. Fathers and mothers, be not deceived by
the title, "medical works." Nino-tenths of those books
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them the names of the publishing-houses of New York
and Philadelphia. Then there is all the novelette litera-
ture of the day flung over the land by the million. As
there are good novels that are long, so I suppose there
may be ^ood novels that are short, and so there may be
a good novelette, but it is the exception. No one — mark
this — no one systematically reads tlio average novelette
of this day and keeps either integrity or virtue. The
most of these novelettes are written bv broken-down
literary men for small compensation, on the principle
that, having failed in literature elevated and pure, they
hope to succeed in the tainted and the nasty. Ohl this
is a wide gate of hell. Every panel is made out of a bad
book or newspaper. Every hinge is theinterjoined type
of a corrupt printing-press. Every bolt or lock of that
gate is made out of the piate of an unclean pictorial. In
other words, there are a million men and women in the
United States to-day reading themselves into hell ! When
in your own beautiful city a prosperous family fell into
ruins through the misdeeds of one of its members, the
amazed mother said to the oflicer of the law: *' Why, I
never supposed there was anything wrong. I never
thought there could be anything wrong." Then she sat
weeping in silence for some time, ''ud said: "Oh! I
have got it now! I know, I know! I found in her
bureau after she went away a bad book. That's what
slew her." These leprous booksellers have gathered up
the catalogues of all the male and female seminaries in
the United States, catalogues containing the names and
the residences of all the students, and circulars of death
are sent to every one, without any exception. Can you
imagine anything more deathful? There Vi not a young
person, male or female, or an old person, who has not
had offered to him or her a bad book or a bad picture.

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Scour your house to find out whether there are any of
these adders coiled on your parlor center- table, or coiled
amid the toilet set on the dressing-case. I adjure you
before the sun goes down to explore your family libraries
with an inexorable scrutiny. Remember that one bad
book or bad picture may do the work for eternity. I
want to arouse all your suspicions about novelettes. I
want to put you on the watch against everything that
may seem like surreptitious correspondence through the
postofRce. I want you to understand that impure litera-
ture is one of the broadest, highest, mightiest gates of
the lost.

Gate the second : The dissolute dance. You shall not
divert me to the general subject of dancing. Whatever
you may think of the parlor dance, or the methodic mo-
tion of the body to sounds of music in the family or
the social circle, I am not now discussing that question.
I want you to ;inite with me this morning in recogniz-
ing the fact that there is a dissolute dance. You know
of what I speak. It is seen not only in the low haunts
of death, but in elegant mansions. It is the first step to
eternal ruin for a great multitude of both sexes. You
know, my friends, what postures, and attitudes, and fig-
ures are suggested of the devil. They who glide into
the dissolute dance glide over an inclined plane, and the
dance is swifter and swifter, wilder and wilder, until
with the speed of lightning they whirl off the edges of
a decent life into a fiery future. This gate of hell swings
across the Ax minster of many a fine parlor, and across
the ball-room of the sun \ner watering-place. You have
no right, my brother, my sister — you have no right to
take an attitude to the sound of music which would be
unbecoming in the absence of music. No Chickering
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Gate the third: Indi8creet apparel. The attire of

woman for the last four or live years has been beautiful

and graceful beyond anything I have known ; but there

are those who will always carry that which is right into

the extraordinary and indiscreet. I am told that there

is a fashion about to come in upon us that is shocking

to all righteousness. I charge Christian women, neither

by style of dress nor adjustment of apparel, to become

administrative of evil. Perhaps none else will dare to

tell you, 8(» I will tell you that there are multitudes of

men who owe their eternal damnation to the boldness

of womanly attir|. Show me the fashion-plates of any

age between this and the time of Louis XVI., of France,

and Henry VIII., of England, and I will tell you the

type of morals or immorals of that age or that year.

No exception to it. Modest apparel means a righteous

people. Immodest apparel always means a contaminated

and depraved society. You wonder that the city of Tyre

was destroyed with such a terrible destruction. Have

you ever seen the fashion-plate of the city of Tyre? I

will show it to you:

"Moreover, the Lord aaith, because the daughters of Zion are
haughty and walk with stretchcd-forth necks and wanton eyes, walk-
ing aud mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet,
in that day the Lord will take away the bravery of their tinkling
ornaments about their feet, and their cauls, and their round tires like
the moon, the rings and nose jewels, the changeable suits of apparel,
and the mantles, and the wimples, and the crisp ing-pins."

That is the fashion-plate of ancient Tyre. And do
you wonder that the Lord God in His indignation
blotted out the city, so that fishermen to-day spread their
nets where that city once stood?

Gate the fourth: Alcoholic beverage. In our mid-
night exploration we saw that all the scenes of wicked-
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was what glowed on the table. That was what shone in
illuminated gardens. That was what flushed the cheeks
of the patrons who came in. That was what staggered
the step of the patrons as they went out. Oh! the wine-
cup is the patron of impurity. The offi^-srs of the law
that night told us that nearly all the men who go into
the shambles of death go in intoxicated, the meutal and
the spiritual abolished that the brute may triumph.
Tell me that a young man drinks, and I know the whole
story. If he become a captive of the wine-cup, he will
become a captive of all other vices; ogly give him time.
No one ever runs drunkenness alone. That is a car-
rion-crow that goes in a flock, and when you see that
beak ahead, you may know^ the other beaks are coming.
In other words, the wine-cup unbalances and dethrones
one's better judgment, and leaves one the prey of all evil
appetites that may choose to alight upon his soul.
There is not a place of any kind of sin in the United
States to-day that does not find its chief abettor in the
chalice of inebriacy. There is either w drinking-bar
before, or one behind, or one above, or one underneath.
The officers of the law said to me that night: "These
people escape legal penalty because they are all licensed
to sell liquor." Then I said within myself, " The courts
that license the sale of strong drink license gambling-
houses, license libertinism, license disease, license death,
license all sufferings, all crimes, all despoliations, all
disasters, all murders, all woe. It is the courts and the
Legislature that are swinging wide open this grinding,
creaky, stupendous gate of the lost."

But you say, "You have described these gates of hell
and shown us how they swing in to allow the entrance
of the doomed. Will you not, please, before you get

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r^'ing out to allow the escape of the penitent?" I reply,,
but very few escape. Of the thousand that go in nine
hundred and ninety-nine perish. Suppose one of these
wanderers should knock at your door, would you admit
her? Suppose you knew where she came from, would
you ask her to sit down at your dining- table? "Would
you ask her to become the governess of your children?
Would you introduce her among your acquaintanceships?
Would you take the responsibility of pulling on the out-
side of the gate of hell while she pushed on the inside of
that gate trying to get out? You would not, not one of^
a thousand of you that would dare to do it. You write
beautiful poetry over her sorrows and weep over her
misfortunes, but give her practical help you never will.
There is not one person out of a "-housand that will —
there is not one out of five thousand that has — come so
near the heart of the Lord Jesus Christ as to dare to
help one of these fallen souls. But you say, "Are there
no ways by which the wanderer may escape?" Oh, yes;
three or four. The one way is the sfewing-girl's garret,
dingy, cold, hunger-blasted. But you say, "Is there no
other way for her to escape?" Oh, yes. Another way
is the street that leads to the East river, at midnight, the
end of the city dock, the moon shining down on the
water making it look so smooth she wonders if it is deep
enough. It is. No boatman near enough to hear the
plunge. No watchman near enough to pick her out
before she sinks the third time. No other way? Yes.
By the curve of the Hudson River Railroad at the point
where the engineer of the lightning express train cannot
see a hundred yards ahead to the form that lies across
the track. He may whistle "down brakes," but not soon
to disappoint the one who seeks her death. But

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but man will not, woman will not, society will not. The
church of God says it will, but it will not. Our work,
then, must be prevention rather than cure. Stamping here
telling this story to-day, it is not so much in the hope that
I will persuade one who has dashed down a thousand
feet over the rocks to crawl up again into life and light,
but it is to alarm those who are coming too near the
edges. Have you ever listened to hear the lamentation
that rings up from those far depths?

"Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell,
'; Fell like a suowflake, from heaven to hell;

Fell, to be trampled as filth of the street;
• Fell, to be scoflfed at, be spit on, and beat.
Pleading, cursing, begging to die,
Selling my soul to whoever would buy ; i

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,
Hating the living and fearing the dead." _ ,.

Bat you say. "What can be the practical use of this
course of sermons?" I say, much everywhere. I am
greatly obliged to those gentlem^ f the press who have
fairly reported what I have said ... these occasions, and
the press of this city and New York, and of the other
prominent cities. I thank you for the almost universal
fairness with which you have presented what I have had
to say. Of course, among the educated and refined
journalists who sit at these tables, and have been sitting
here for four or five years, there will be a fool or two
that does not understand his business, but that ought
not to discredit the grand newspaper printing-press. I
thank also, those who have by letters cheered me in this
work — letters coming from all parts of the land, from
Christian reformers telling me to go on in the work
which I have undertaken. Never so many letters in my
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conaeraiiatory, aa one I got yesterday from a man who
said he thouglit my sermons would do great damage iu
the fact that they would arouse the suspicion of domestic
circles as to where the head of tie family was spending
his evenings! I was sorry it was an anonymous letter^
for I should have written to that man's wife telling her
to put a detective on her husband's track, for I knew
right away he was going to bad places! My friends,
you say, " It is not possible to do anything with these
stalwart iniquities; you cannot wrestle them down."
Stupid man, read my text: *'The gates of hell shall not
prevail against the church." Those gates of hell are to
be prostrated just as certainly as God and the Bible are
true, but it will not be done until Christian men and
women, quitting their pruaery and squeamishness in
this matter, rally the whole Christian sentiment of the
church and assail theoe great evils of society. The Bible
utters its denunciation in this direction again and again,
and yet the pi y of the day is such a namby-pamby,
emetic bort of a thing that you cannot even quote Scrip-
ture without making somebody restless. As long as
this holy imbecility reigns in the church of God, sin will
laugh you to scorn. I do not know but that before tlie
church wakes up matters will get worse and worse, and
that there will have to be one lamb sacrificed from each
of the most carefully-guarded folds, and the wave of
uncleanness dash to the spire of the village church and
the top of the cathedral pillar. Prophets and patriarchs^
and apostles and evangeli8ts,and Christ himself have thun-
dered against these sins as against no other, and yet there
are those who think we ought to take, when we speak of
these subjects, a tone apologetic. I put my foot on all
the conventional rhetoric on this subject, and I tell you
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sealed, and world without end you will be chased by the
anathemas of an incensed God. I rally you under the
cheerful prophecy of the text; I rally you to a besiege-
ment of the gates of hell. "We want in this besieg-
ir^ct host no soft sentimentalists, but men who are willing
to give and take hard knocks. The gates of Gaza were
carried off, the gates of Thebes \^ ere battered down, the
gates of Babylon were destroyed, and the gates of hell
are going to be prostrated. The Christianized printing-
press will be rolled up as the chief battering-ram. Then
there will be a long list of aroused pulpits, which shall
be assailing fortresses, and God's red-hot truth shall be
the fiying ammunition of the contest; and the sappers
and the miners will lay the train under these foundations
of sin, and at just the right time God, who leads on the
fray, will cry, " Down with the gates!" and the explo-
sion beneath will be answered by all the trumpets of God
on high celebrating universal victory. But there may be
in this house one wanderer that would like to have a
kind word calling homeward, and I cannot sit down until
I have uttered that word. I have told you that society
has no mercy. Did I hint, at an earlier point in this
subject, that God will have mercy upon any wanderer
who would like to corae back to the heait of Infinite
love?

A cold Christmas night in a farm-house. Father
comes in from the barn, knocks the snow from his shoes,
and sits down by the fire. The mother sits at the stand
knitting. She says to him : " Do you remember it is
anniversary to-night?" The father is sngered. He never
wants any allusion to the fact that one had gone away,
and the mere suggestion that it was the anniversary of
that sad event made him quite rough, although the tears
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repulsed the dog. He wants nothing to remind him of
the anniversary day.

A cold winter night in a city church. It is Christmas
night. They have been decorating the sanctuary. A lost
wanderer of the street, with thin shawl about her, at-
tracted by the warmth and light, comes in and sirs near
the door. The minister of religion is preaching of Him
who was wounded for our transgressions, and bruised for
our iniquities, and the poor soul by the door said: ^'Why,
that must mean me ; ' mercy for the chief rf sinners ;
bruised for our iniquities ; wounded for our transgres-
sions.' " The music that night in the sanctuary brought
back *he old hymn which she used to sing when with
father and mother she worshiped God in the village
church. The service over, the minister went dc A'n the
aisJe. She said to him: " Were those words for me?
*Wcunded for our transgressioDb.' Was that for me?"
The man of God understood her not. He knew not
how to iomfort a shipwrecked soul, and he passed on and
he passed out. The poor wanderer followed into tiie
street. "What are you doing here, Meg?" said the
police. "What are you doing he.e to-night?" "Ohl'*
she replied, *' I was in to warm myself;" and then the
rattling cough came, and she held to the railing until
the paroxysm was over. She passed on down the street,
falling from exhaustion; recovering herself again, until
after a while she reached the outskirts of the citv and
passed on into the country road. It seemed so fi\miliar,
she kept on the road, and she saw in the distance a light
jn the window. Ah I that light had been gleaming there
every night since she went away. On that country
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childhood. She came to the steps and looked in at the
fire on the hearth. Then she put her fingers to the latch.
Oh I 'if that door had been locked she would have per-
ished on the threshold, for she was near to death. But
that door had not been locked since the time she went
away. She pushed open the door. She went in and laid
down on the hearth by the tire. The old house-dog
growled as he saw her enter, but there was something in
the voice he recognized, and he frisked about her urtil
he almost pushed her down in his joy. In the morning
the mother came down, and she saw a bundle of rags on
the hearth ; but when the face was uplifted, she knew it,
and it was no more old Meg of the street. Throwing
her arms around the returned prodigal, she cried, "Oh!
Maggie." The child threw her arms around her mother's
neck, and said: ''Oh! Mother," and while they were
embraced a rugged form towered above them. It was
the father. The severity all goiie out of his face, he
stooped and took her up tenderly and carried her to
mother's room, and laid her down on mother's bed, for
she was dying. Then the lost one, looking up into her
mother's face, said : " 'Wounded for our transgressions
and bruised for our iniquities I" Mother, do you think
that means me ?" " Oh, yes, my darling," said the
mother, " if mother is so glad to get you back, don't you
think God is glad to get ycu back?" And there she
lay dying, and all her dreams and all her prayers were
filled with the words, ** Wounded for our transgressions,
bruised for our iniquities," until just before the moment
of her departure, her face lighted up, showing the pardon
of God had dropped upon her soul. And there she slept
away on the bosom of a pardoning Jesus. So the Lord
took back one whom the world rejected.

WHOM I SAW, AND WHOM I MISSED.

CHAPTER lY.

WHOM I SAW AND WHOM I MISSED.

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"And the vale of Slddiin was full of slirae-pits."— Genesis xiv: 10.

About six months a^o, a gentleman in Augusta, Geor-
gia, wrote me asking me to preach from this text, and
the time has come for the subj><jt. The neck of an army
had been broken by falling into these half-hidden slime-
pits. How deep they were, or how vile, or how hard to
get out of, we are not told; but the whole scene is so far
distant in the past that we have not half as much inter-
est in this statement of the text as we have in the
announcement that our American cities are full of slime-
pits, and tens of thousands of people are falling in them
night by night. Recently, in the name of God, I ex-
plored some of these slime-pits. Why did I do so? In
April last, seated in the editorial rooms of one of the
chief daily newspapers of. ]S Cw York, the editor said to
me: '*Mr. Talraage, you clergymen are at great disad-
vantage when you con to battle iniquity, for yon don't
know what you are talking ib , md we la\ uen are
aware of the fact that you don l know of what you are
talking; now, if you would like to inake a ptirsonal inves-
tigation, I will see that you shall get tho hight t official
escort." I thanked him, accepted thr rivitation, and
told him that this autumn I would begin the tour. The
fact was that I had for a long time wanted < say some
words of warning and invitation to the v ^g men of
this country, and I felt if my course oi sermons was
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ter acquainted with the subject, but I should have the
whole country for an audience; and it has been a delib-
erate plan of ray ministry, whenever I am going to try
to do anything especial for God, or humanity, or the
church, to do it in such a way that the devil will always
advertise it frfee gratis for nothing! That was the reason
I gave two weeks' previous notice of my pulpit inten-
tions. The result has been satisfactory.

Standing within those purlieus of death, under the
command of the police and in their company, I was as
much surprised .^t the people whom I missed as at the
people whom I saw. I saw bankers there, and brokers
there, and merchants there, and men of all classes and
occupations who have leisure, there; but there was one
class of persons that T missed. I looked for them all
up and down the galleries, and amid the illumined
gardens, and all up and down the staircases of death.
I saw not one of them. I mean the hard-working classes,
the laboring classes, of our great cities. You tell me
they could not afford to go there. They could. Entrance,
twenty-five cents. They could have gone there if they
had a mind to; but the simple fact is that hard work is
a friend to good morals. The men who toil from early
morn until late at night when they go home are tired
out, and want to sit down and rest, or to saunter out with
their families along the street, or to pass into some quiet
place of amusement where they will not be ashamed- to
take wife or di ighter. The busy populations of these
cities are the noi*al populations. I observed on the
night of our exploration that the places of dissipation
are chiefly supported by the men who go to business at
9 and 10 o'ciock in he morning and get through at 3
and 4 in the aftern* )n. They have plenty of time to go
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ping at no depot until they get to the eternal smash-up I
Those are the fortunate and divinely-blessed young men
who have to breakfast early and take supper late, and
have the entire interregnum tilled up with work that blis-
ters the hands, and makes the legs ache and the brain
weary. There is no chance for the morals of that young
man who has plenty of money and no occupation. You
may go from Central Park to the Battery, or you may
go from Fulton Street Ferry, Brooklyn, out to South ,
Bushwick, or out to Hunter's Point, or out to Gowanus, '
and you will not find one young man of that kind who '
h -8 not already achieved his ruin, or who is not on the
way thereto at the rate of sixty miles the hour. Those are
not the favored and divinely-blessed youn^ men who
come and go as they will, aud who have their pocket-
case full of the best cigars, and who dine at Delmonico's,
and who dress in the tip- top of fashion, their garments
a little tighter or looser or broader striped than others,
their mustaches twisted with stiffer cosmetic, and their
hair redolent with costly pomatum, and have their hat
set farthest over on the right ear, and who have boots
fitting the foot with exquisite torture, and who have
handkerchief soaked with musk, and patchouli, and white
rose, and new-mown hay, and "balm of a thousand flow-
ers;" but those are the fortunate young men who have
to work hard for a living. Give a young man plenty of
wines, and plenty of cigars, aud plenty of fine horses,
and Satan has no anxiety about that man's coming out
at his place. He ceases to watch him, only giving direc-
tions about his reception when he shall arrive at the end
of the journey. If, on the night of our exploration, I
had called the roll of all the laboring men of these cities,
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at the people whom I saw there than I was surprised at
the people whom I missed. Oh! man, if you have an
occupation by which you are wearied every night of your
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striking one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
ten, eleven, twelve — midnight! And with the police and
two elders of my church we sat down at the table in the
galleries and looked oif upon the vortex of death. The
music in full blast; the dance in wildest whirl; the wine
foaming to the lip of the glass. Midnight on earth is
midnoon in hell. All the demons of the pit were at
that moment holding high carnival. The blue calcium
light suggested the burning brimstone of the pit. Seated
there, at that hour, in that awful place, you ask me, as I
have frequently been asked, "What were the emotions
that went through your heart?" And I shall give the
rest of my morning's sermon to telling you how I felt.
First of all, as at no death-bed or railroad disaster did
I feel an overwhelming sense of pity. Why were we
there as Christian explorers, while those lost souls were
there as participators? If they had enjoyed the same
healthful and Christian surroundings \^ inch we have had
all our days, and we had been thrown amid the contamin-
ations which have destroyed them, the case would ha^e
been the reverse, and they would have been the specta-
tors and we the actors in that awful tragedy of the
damned. As' I sat there I could not keep back the
tears — tears of gratitude to God for his protecting
grace — tears of compassion for those who had fallen so
low. The difference in moral navigation had been the
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mercy drove us out on a fair sea. There are men and
women so merciless in their criticism of the fallen that
you might think that God had made them in an especial
mold, and that they have no capacity for evil, and yet if
they had been subjected to the same allure!nents, instead
of stopping at the up-towu haunts of iniquity, they
would at this hour have been wallowing amid the hor-
rors of Arch Block, or shrieking with delirium tremens
in the cell of a police station. Instead of boasting over
your purity and your integrity and your sobriety, you
had better be thanking God for his grace, lest some time
the Lord should let you loose and you find out how
much better you are than others naturally. I will take
the best-tempered man in this house, the most honest
man in this city, and I will venture the opinion in regard
to him that, surround him with all the adequate circum-
stances of temptation, and the Lord let him loose, he
would become a thief, a gambler, a sot, a rake, a wharf-
rat. Instead of boasting over our superiority, and over
the fact that there is no capacity in us of ovil, I would
rather have for my epitaph that one word which Duncan
Matthewson, the Scotch evangelist, ordered chiseled on
his tombstone, the name, and the one word, "Kept."

Again: Seated in that gallery of death, and looking
out on that maelstrom of iniquity, I thought to myself,
"There! that young man was once the pride of the city
home. Paternal care watched him; maternal love bent
over him; sisterly affection surrounded him. He was
once taken to the altar and consecrated in the name
of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy
Ghost; but he went away. This very moment,"
J thought to myself, " there are hearts aching for that
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get in without their help. Why do not those pare'>t8
go sound to sleep?" What I Is there any sleep for
parents who suspect a son is drifting up and down amid
the dissipations of a great city? They may weep, they
may pray, they may wring their hands, but sleep they
cannot. Ah' they have done and suffered too much for
that boy to give him up now. They turn up the light
and look at the photograph of him when he was young
and uniempted. They stand at the window to see if he
is coming up the street. They hear the watchman's
rattle, but no sound of returning boy. 1 felt that night
as if I could put my hand on the shoulder of that young
man, and, with, a voice that would sound all through
those temples of sin, say to him, *'Go home, young man;
your father is waiting for you. Your mother is waiting
for you God is waiting for you. All heaven is wait-
ing for you. Go home! By the tears wept over your
waywardness, by the prayers offered for your salvation,
by the midnight watching over you when you had scarlet
fever and diphtheria, by the blood of the Son of God, by
the judgment day when you must give answer for what
you have been doing here to-night, go homei" But I did
not say this, lest it interfere with my work, and I waited
to get on this platform, where, perhaps, instead of saving
one young man, God helping me, I might save a thousand
young men; and the cry of alarm which I suppressed
that night, I let loose to-day in the hearing of this
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: Seated in that gallery of death, and looking off upon
the destruction, T bethought myself also, "These are
the fragments of broken homes." A home is a com-
plete thing, and if one member of it wander off, then the
home is broken. And sitting there, I said: " Here they

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are, broken family altars, broken wedding-rings, broken
vows, broken anticipations, broken hearts." And, as I
looked off, the dance became wilder and more unre-
strained, until it seemed as if the floor broke through
and the revelers wero plunged into a depth from which
they may never rise, and all these broken families came
around the brink and seemed to cry out: " Come back,
father! Come back, mother! Come back, my son! Come /
back, my daughter ! Come back, my sister !" But no voices
returned, and the sound of the feet of the dancers grew
fainter and fainter, and stopped, and there was thick
darkness. And I said, "What does lAl this mean?"
And there came up a great hiss of whispering voices,
saying, " This is the second death!"

But seated there that night, looking cS upon that
scene of death, I bethought myself also, '* This is only a
miserable copy of European dissipations." In London
they have what they call the Argyle, the Cremorne, the
Strand, the beer-gardens, and a thousand places of
infamy, and it seems to be the ambition of bad people *;.
in this country to copy those foreign dissipations. Toady- <
ism when it bows to foreign pretense and to foreign •
equipage and to foreign title is despicable; but toadyism
is more despicable when it bows to foreign vice. Why,
you might as well steal the pillow-case of a small-pox
hospital, or the shovels of a scavenger's cart, or the
coffin of a leper, aajto make theft of these foreign plagues.
If you want to destroy the people, have some originality
of destruction ; have an American trap to catch the
bodies and souls of men, instead of infringing on the
patented inventions of European iniquity.

Seated there that night, I also felt that if the good
people of our cities knew what was going on in these
haunts of iniquity, the^v would endure it no longer.

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The foundations of city life are rotten with iniquity,
and if the foundations give way the wliole structure
must crumble. If iniquity progresses in the next one
hundred years in the same ratio that it has pro-
gressed in the century now closed, there will not be
a vestige of moral or religious influence left. It is only
a question of subtraction and addition. If tlie people
knew liow tlie virus is spreading they would stop it. I
think the time has come for action. I wisli that the next
Mayor of New York whether he be Augustus Schell or
Edward Cooper, may rise up to the height of this posi-
tion. Revolution is what we want, and that revolution
would begm to-morrow if the moral and Christian peo-
ple of our cities knew of the firee that slumher beneath
them. Once in a while a glorious city missionary or
reformer like Mr. Brace or Mr. Yan Meter tells to a
well-dressed audience in church the troubles that lie
under our roaring metropolis, and the conventional
church-goer gives his five dollars for bread, or gives his
fifty dollars to help support a ragged school, and then
goes home feeling that the work is done. Oh! my
friends, the work will not be accomplished until by the
force of public opinion the officers of the law shall be
compelled to execute the law. We are told that the
twenty-five hundred police of New York cannot put
down the five or six hundred dens of infamy, to say
nothing of the gambling-houses and the unlicensed grog-
shops. I reply, swear me in as a special police and give
me two hundred police for two .nights, and I would
break up all the leading haunts of iniquity in these two
cities, and arrest all their leaders and send such conster-
nation in the smaller places that they would shut up of
themselves! I do not think I should be afraid of law-
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iniquity,
structure
next one
has pro-
11 not be
It is only
lie people
stop it. I
tt the next
J SchcUor
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revolution
ristian peo-
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cannot put
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lice and give
,nd I would

in these two
such conster-
id shut up of
kfraid of law-
What we

want in these cities is a Stonewall Jackson's raid through
all the places of iniquity T was persuaded by what I
paw on that night of my exploration that the keepers of
ail these hauntp of iniquity are as afraid aa they are of
death of the police star, and the police club, and the
police revolver. Hence, i declare that the existence of
these alKJiniuations are to be charged either to police
cowardice or to poiice complicity.

i^ ♦ the close of our journey that night, we got in the
carriage, and we came out on Broadway, and a.« we came
down the street everything seemed silent save the clatter
ing hoofs'and the wheels of our own conveyance Look-
ing dowr the long line of gaslights, the pavement seemed
very solitary The great sea of metropolitan life had
ebbed, leaving a dry beach! New York asleep! No! no!
Burglary wide awake. Libertinism wide awake. Mur
der wide awake. Ten thousand city iniquities wide
awake. The click of the decanters in the worst hours of
the debauch. The harvest of death full. Eternal woe
the reaper.

What is tliat ? Trinity clock striking, one — two.

"Goodnight," said the officers of the law, and I re

leponded ''good night," for they had been very kind, and

[very generous and very helpful to us. "Good night."

[And yet, was there ever an adjective more misapplied?

rood night! Why, there was no expletive enough

irred and blasted to describe that night. Black night

i'orsaken night. Night of man's wickedness and woman's

?vertl)rcw Night of awful neglect on the part of those

tho might help but do not. For many of those whom

I'e had been watching, everlasting night. No hope.

lo rescue. No God. Black niglit of darkness forever,

LS fai off as hell is from heaven was that night distant

)m being a good night. Oh, my friends, what are you

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going to do in this matter ? Punisli the people ? That
is not my theory. Prevent the people, warn the people,
hinder the people before they go down. The first phi-
lanthropist this country ever knew was Edward Living-
ston, and he wrote these remarkable words in 1833:

" As prevention in the diseases of tlic body is les3 painful, less ex-
pensive, and more efficacious than tlie most skillful cure, so in the
moral maladies of society, to arrest the vicious before the profligacy
assumes the shape of crime, to take away from the poor the cause or
pretense of relieving themselves by fraud or theft, to reform them by
education, and make their own industry contribute to their support,
although difficult and expensive, will be found more ertectual intho
suppression of offenses, and more economical, than the best organized
system of punishment." .

Next Sabbath morning I shall tell you of my second
night of exploration. I have only opened the door of
this great subject with which I hope to stir the cities.
I have begun, and, God helping me, I will go through.
Whoever else may be crowded or kept standing, or kept
outside the doors, I charge the trustees and the ushers
of this church that they give full elbow-room to all these
journalists, since each one is another church five times,
or ten times, or twenty times larger than this august
assemblage, and it is by the printing-press that the Gos-
pel of the Son of God is to be yet preached to all the
world. May the blessing of the Lord God come down
upon all the editors, and all the reporters, and all the
compositors, and all the proof-readers, and all the type-
setters! " ' ■- ■ - ■ -'^ ■ - "■--•-' ''■

But, my friends, before the iniquities of our cities
are closed, my tongue may be silent in death, and
many who are here this morning may have gone so far
in sin they cannot get back. You have sometimes been
walking on the banks of a river, and you have seen a
man struggling in the water, and you have thrown off

WHOM I SAW, AND WHOM I M188>a).

yonr coat and leaped in for tlie rescue. So this morning
I throw off the robe of pulpit conventions ty, and I
plunge in for yonr drowning soul. I have no cross
words for you. I havo only croas words for those who
would destroy you. I am glad God lias not put in ray
hand any one of tlio thunderbolts of His power, lest I
might be tempted to hurl it at those who are plotting
your ruin. I do not give you the tip end of the long
lingers of the left hand, but I take your hand, hot with
the fever of indulgences and trembling with last night's
debauch, into both my hands, and give the heartiest
grip of invitation and welcome. " Oil," you say, " you
would not shake hands with me if yon met me." I
would. Try mo at the foot of this platform and see if I
will nOt. I have sometimes said that I would like to die
with my hand in the hand of my family and my kin-
dred; but I revoke that wish this morning and say I
would like to die with my hand in the hand of a return-
ing sinner, when, with God's help, I am trying to pull
him up into the glorious liberty of the Gospel. I would
like that to be my last work on earth. Oh! my brother,
come back! Do you know that God made Richard Bax-
ters and John Bunyans and Robert Newtonsout of such
as you are? Come back! and wash in the deep fountain
of a Savior's mercy. I do not give you a cup, or a chal-
ice, or a pitcher vnih a limited supply to elfect j'^our ab-
lutions. I point you to the five oceans of God's mercy.
Oh I that the Atlantic and Pacific surges of divine for-
giveness might roll over your soul. I do not say to you,
as we said to the oflicers of the law when we left them
on Broadway, "Good night." Oh, no. But, as the
glorious sun of God's forgiveness rides on toward the
mid heavens, ready to submerge you in warmtli and
light and love, I bid you good morning! Morning of

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peace for all your troubles. Morning of liberation for
all your incarcerations. Adorning oi resurrection for
your soul buried in sin. Good morning! Morning for
the resuscitated household that has been waiting for
your return. Morning for the cradle and the crib
already disgraced with being that of a drunkard's child.
Morning for the daughter that has trudged off to hard
work because you did not take care of home. Morning
for the wife who at forty or fifty years has the wrinkled
face, and the stooped shoulder, and tlie white hair. Morn-
ing for one. Morning for all. Good morning I In
God's name, good morning.

In our last dreadful war the Federals and the Con-
federates were encamped on opposite sides of the Rappc.-
hannock, and one morning vlie brass band of the Kcrth-
ern troops played the national air, and all the Korthern
troops cheered and cheered. Then on the opposite side
of the Rappahannock the brass band of the Confederates
played " My Maryland" and *' Dixie," and then all the
Southern troops cheered and cheered. But after awhile
one of the bands struck up " Home, Sweet Home," and
the band on the opposite side of the river took up the
strain, and when the tune was done the Confederates
and the Federals a'^ together united, as the tears rolled
down their cheeks, in one great huzza! huzza! Well,
my friends, heaven comes very near to-day. It is ouiy
a stream that divides us — tha narrow stream of death —
and the voices there and the voices here seem to com-
mingJe, lud we join trumpets, and hosannahs, and halle-
lujahs, t,vA Jit, chorus of the united song of earth and
heaven is, ^ Home, Sweet Home." Home of bright
domestic circle on earth. Home of forgiveness in the
groat heart of God. Home of eternal rest in heaven.
Home! Home! Home!

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CHAPTER V.

TRAPS FOR MEN.

" Surely in vain is the net spread in the sight of any bird." —
Proverbs vi : 9.

Early in the morning I went out with a fowler to
catch wild pigeons. We hastened through tlie mountaim
gorge and into the forest. We spread out the net, and
coverod up the edges of it as well as we could. We
arranged the call-bird, its feet fast, and its wings flap-
ping in invitation to all fowls of heaven to settle dov7n
there. We retired into a booth of branches and leaves
and waited. After a while, looking out of the door of
the booth, we saw a flock of birds in the sky. They
came nearer and nearer, and ai'ter a while were about to
swoop into the net, when suddenly they darted away.
Again we waited. After awhile we saw another flock of
birds. They came nearer and nearer until jusl at the
moment when thej were about to swoop they darted
away. The fowler was very much disappointed as well
as myself. We said to each other, '' What is the matter?"
and " Why were not these birds caught?" We went out
and examined the net, and by a flutter of a branch of a
tree part of the net had been conspicuously exposed,
and the birds coming very near had seen their peril and
darted away. When I saw that, I said to the old fowler,
**That reminds me of a passage of Scripture: * Surely iu
vain is the net spread ir^ the sight of any bird.* " Now
the net in my text stands for temptation.

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The call-bird of sin tempts men on from point to point
and from branch to branch until they are aboat to drop
into the net. If a man iinds out in time that it is the
temptation of the devil, or that evil men are attempting
to capture his soul for time and for eternity, the man
steps back. He says, " I am not to be caught in that
way: I see what you are about: surely in vain is tlie
net spread in the sight of any bird."

There are two classes of temptations — the superficial
and the subterraneous — those above ground, those under
ground. If a man could see sin as it is, he would no
more embrace it thaii he would embrace a leper. Sin is
8 daughter of hell, yet she is garlanded and robed and
trinketed. Her voice is a warble. Her cheek is the
setting sun. Her forehead is an aurora. She says to
men: " Come, walk this path with me; it is thymed and
primrosed, and the air is bewitiiUed with the odors of
the hanging gardens of heaven ; the rivers are rivers of
wine, and all you have to do is to drink them up in
chalices that sparkl.e with diamond and amethyst and
crysoprasus. See ! It is all bloom and roseate cloud
and heaven." Oh! my friends, if for one moment the
choiring of all these concerted voices of sin could be
hushed, wo should see the orchestra of the pit with hot
breath blowing through fiery flute, and the skeleton arms
on drums of thunder and darkness beating tlie chorus:
*' The end thereof is death."

I want this morning to i^oint out the insidious temp-
tations that are assailing more especially our youu^ men.
The only kind of nature comparatively free from tempta-
tion, so far as I can judge, is the cold, hard, stingy, mean
temperament. What would Satan do with such a man
if lie got him? Satan is not anxious to get a man who,
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Bmpting
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uch a man
man who,
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lasting meanness. It is the generous young man, the
ardent young man, the warm-hearted youvg man, the
social young man, that is in especial peril. A pirate goes
out on the sea, and one bright morning he puts the glass
to his eye and looks off, and sees an empty vessel floating
from port to port. He says: "Never mind; that's no
prize for us." But the same morning he puts the glass
to his eye, and he sees a vessel coming from'Australia laden
with gold, or a vessel from the Indies laden with spices.
He says: "That's our prize; bear down on it!" Across
that unfortunate ship the grappling-hooks are thrown.
The crew are blindfolded and are compelled to walk the
plank. It is not the empty vessel, but the laden merchant-
man that is the temptation to the pirate, Anr^ a young
man empty of head, empty of heart, empty of life — you
want no Young Men's Christian Association to keep him
safe; he is safe. He will not gamble unless it is with some-
body else's stakes. He will not break the Sabbath unless
somebody else pays the horse hire. He will not drink
unless some one else treats him. He will hang around
the bar hour after hour, waiting for some generous yoang
man to come iv. The generous young man comes in
and accosts hiL' ys: " Well, will you have a drink

with me to-day T lie man, as though it were a sudden
thing for him, says: "Well, well, if you insist on it I
will- 1 will."

Too mean to go to perdition unless somebody else
)ays his expenses! For such young men we will not
iight. We would no more contend for them than Tai'tary
and Ethiopia would fight as to who should have the great
Sahara Desert; but for those young men wlio are
buoyant and enthusiastic, those who are determined to
do something for time and for eternity — for them we
Vf'iW fight, and we now declare everlasting war again^

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all the influences that assail them, and we ask all good
men and philanthropists to wheel into line, and all the
armies of Heaven to bear down upon the foe, and we pray
Almighty God that with the thunderbolts of his wrath
he will strike down and consume all these influences that
are attempting to destroy the young men for whom
Christ died. »

The first class of temptations that assaults a young man
is led on by the skeptic. He will not admit he is an
infidel or atheist. Oh, no! he is a "freethinker;" he is
one of your "liberal" men; he is free and easy in
religion. O! how liberal he is; he so " liberal " that he
will give away his Bible; he is so " libpral " that he will
give a\\ay the throne of eternal justice; he is so "liberal"
that he would be willing to give God out of the universe;
he is so "liberal " that he would give up his own soul
and the souls of all his friends. Now, what more could
you ask in the way of liberality? The victim of this
skeptic has probably just come from the country.
Through the intervention of friends he has been placed
in a shop. On Saturday the skeptic says to him, "Well,
what are you going to do to-morrow?" He says, " I am
going to church." "Is it possible?" says the skeptic.
" Well, I used to do those things; I was brought up, I
suppose, as you were, in a religious family, and I be-
lieved all those things, but I got over it; the fact is, since
I came to town I have read a great deal, and I have
found that there are a great many things in the Bible
that are ridiculous. Kow, for instance, all that about
the serpent being cursed to crawl in the garden of Eden
because it had tempted our first parents; why you see
how absurd it is ; you crm tell from the very organiza-
tion of the serpent that h had to crawl; it crawled before
it was cursed just as well as it crawled afterwards; you

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why you see
gry organiza-
awled before
r wards; you

can tell from its organization that it crawled. Then all
that story about the whale swallowing Jonah, or Jonah
swallowing the whale, which was it? It don't make any
difference, the thing is absurd; it is ridiculous to sup-
pose that a man could have gone down through the jaws
of a sea monster and yet kept his life; why, his respira-
tion would have been hindered; he would have been
digested; the gastric juice would have dissolved the
fibrine and coagulated albumen, and Jonah would have
been changed from prophet into chyle. Then all that
story about the iniraculous conception — why, it is per-
fectly disgraceful. O! sir, I believe in the light of
nature. This is the nineteenth cen«tury. Progress, sir,
progress. I don't blame you, but after you ha^.^e been in
town as long as I have, you will think just as I do."

Thousands of young men are going down under that
process day by day, and there is only here and there a
young man who can endure this artillery of scorn. They
are giving up their Bibles. The light of nature! They
have the light of nature in China; they have it in Hin-
dostan; they have it in Ceylon. Flowers there, stars
there, waters there, winds there; but no civilization, no
homes, no happiness. Lancets to cut, and Juggernauts
to fall under, and hooks to swing on; but no happiness.
I tell you, my young brother, we have to take a religion
of some kind. We have to choose between four or five.
Shall it be the Koran of the Mohammedan, or the
Shaster of the Hindoo, or the Zendavesta of the Persian,
or the Confucius writings of the Chinese, or the Holy
Scriptures? Take what you will; God helping me, I will
take the Bible. Light for all darkness; rock for all
^foundation; balm for all wounds. A glory thnt lifts its
nllars of fire over the wilderness march. Do not give
Inp your Bibles. If these people secitf at you as though

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religion and the Bible were fit only for weak-minded
people, you just tell them you are not ashamed to be in
the company of Burke the statesman, and llaphael the
painter, and Thorwaldsen the sculptor, and Mozart the
musician, and Blackstone the lawyer, and Bacon the
philosopher, and Harvey the physician, and Jolm
Milton the poet. A3k them what infidelity has ever
done to lift the fourteen hundred millions of the race
out of barbarism. Ask them when infidelity ever insti-
tuted a sanitary commission; and, before you leavi; their
society once and for ever, tell them that they luive in-
sulted the memory of your Christian father, and spit
upon the death-bed of your mother, and with swine's
snout rooted up tlie grave of your sister who died believ-
ing in the Lord Jesus.

Young man, hold on to your Bible? It is the best
book you ever owned. It will tell you how to dress, how
to bargain, how to walk, how to act, how to live, how to
die. Glorious Bible! whether on parchment or paper,
in octavo or duodecimo, on the center table of Uie draw-
ing-room or in the counting-room of the banker. Glo-
rious Bible! Light to our feet and lamp to our path.
Hold on to it!

The second class of insidious temptations that comes
upon our young men is led on by the dishonest employer.
Every commercial establishment is a school. In nine
cases out of ten, the principlcis of the employer become
the principles of the employe. I ask the older mer-
chants to bear me out in these statements. If, when you
were just starting in life, in commercial life, you were
told that honesty was not marketable, that though you
might sell all the goods in the shop, you must not sell
your conscience, t.liat while you were to exercise all
industry and tact, you were not to sell your conscience —

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if you were taught that gains gotten by sin were com-
bustible, and atjtht moment of ignition would be blown
on by the breath of God until all the splendic^ estate
would vanish into white ashes scattered in the whirl-
wind— then that instruction has been to you a precaution
and a help ever since. There are hundreds of commer-
cial establishments in our great cities which are edu-
cating a class of young men who will be the honor of
the land, and there are other establishments which are
educating young men tu be nothing but 8h{irj)er8. What
chance is there for a young man who was taught in an
establishment that it is right to lie, if it is smart, and
that a French label is all that is necessary to make a thing
French, and that you ought always to be honest when it
pays, and that it is wrong to steal unless you do it well?
Suj^*)Ose, now, a young man just starting in life enters a
place jf that kind where there are ten young men, all
drilled in the infamous practices of the establishment.
He is ready to be taught. The young man has no theory
of commercial ethics. Where is he to get his theory?
He will get the theory from his employers. One day he
puslies his wit a little beyond what the establishment
demands of him, and he fleeces a customer until tha
clerk is on the verge of being seized by the law. What
is done in the establishment? He is not arraigned.
The head man of the establishment says to him: "Now,
be careful; be careful, young man, you might be caught;
but really that was splendidly done; you will get along
in the world, I warrant you." Then that young man
goes up until he becomes head clerk. He has found
there is a premium on iniquity.

One morning the employer comes to the establishment.
He goes into his counting-room and throws up hip, hands
and shouts: "Why, the safe has been robbed I'"' What

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had been practicing a good while on customers is prac-
ticing a little on the employer. No new principle intro-
duced into that establishment. It is a poor rule that
will not work botli ways. You must never steal unless
you can do it well. He did it well. I em not talking
an abstraction ; I atn talking a terrible and a crushing
fact.

Now here is a young man. Look at him to- day.
Look at him five yetirs f?om now, after he has been
under trial in such an establishment Here he stands
in the shop to-duy, his cheeks ruddy with the breath of
the hills. He unrolls the ^oods on the counter in gen-
tlemanly style. He commends them to the purchaser.
He points out all the good points in the fabric. He
effects the sale. The goods are wrapped up, and he dis-
misses the customer with a cheerful "good morning,"
and the country merchant departs so impressed with the
straightforwardness of that young man that he will come
again and again, every spring and every autumn unless
interfered with The young man has been now in that
establishment five years. He unrolls the goods on the
counter. He says to the customer, "Now those are the
best goods we have in our establishment;" they have bet-
ter on the next shelf. He says! *'We are selling these
goods less than co«t;" they are making twenty percent.
He* says. 'There is nothing like them in all the city;"
there are fifty shops that want to sell the same thing.
He says: 'Now, that is a durable article, it will wash;"
yes it will wash out. The sale is made, the goods are
wrapped up, the country merchant goes off feeling that
he has an equivalent for his money,, and the sharp clerk
goes into the private room of the counting-house, and
he says* "Well, I got rid of those goods at last; I really

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iarne thing.
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goods are
eeling that
sharp clerk
-house, and
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tbonght we never would sell them; I told him we were
selling them less than cost, and he thought he was
getting a good bargain; got rid of them at last." And
the head of the firm says: "That's well done, splendidly
done; let's go over to Delmonico's.'* Meanwhile, God
had recorded eight lies — four lies against the young man,
four lies against his employer, for I undertake to say that
the employer is responsible for all the iniquities of hifi
clerks, and all the iniquities of those who are clerks of
these clerks, down to the tenth generation, if those eni-
ployers inculcated iniquitous and damning principles. I
stand before young men this morning who are under this
pressure. 1 say, come out of it. "Oh I'* you say, "I
can't; I have my widowed mother to support, and if a
man loses a situation now he can't get anotlier one.'' 1
say, come out of it. Go home to your mother and say
to her, "Mother, I can't stay in tliat shop and be upright;
what shall I do?" and if she is worthy of you she will
say, "Come out of it, my son — we will just throw our-
selves on him who hath promised to be the God of the
widow and the fatherless; he will take care of us," And
I tell you no young man ever permanently suffered by
such a course of conduct. In Pliiladelphia, in a drug
shop, a young man said to his employer: "I want to
please you, really, and I am willing to sell medicines on
Sunday; but I can't sell this patent shoe-blacking on
Sunday." "Well," said the head man, "yau will have
to do it, or else you will have to go away." The young
man said: "I can't do it; I am willing to sell medicines,
but not shoe-blacking." "Well, then, gol Go now."
The young man went away. The Lord looked after him.
The hundreds of thousands of dollars lie won in this
world were the smallest part of his fortune. God hon-
ored him. Bv the course he took he saved his soul as

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well OB his fortnncB in the future. A man said to his

employer: "I can't wash the wagon on Sunday morning;

I am willing to wash it on Saturday afternoon; but, sir,

you will please excuse me, I can't wash the wagon on

Sunday morning." His employer said: "You must

wash it; my carriage comes in every Saturday night, and

you have got to wash it on Sunday morning." "I can't

do it," the man said. They parted. Tiie Lord looked

after him, grandly looked after him. He is worth to-duy

a hundred-fold more than his employer ever was or ever

will be, and he saved his soul. Young man, it is pafe to

do right. There are young men in this house to-day

who, nnder this storm of temptation, are striking deeper

and dwper their roots, and spreading out broader their

branches. Tliey are Daniels in Babylon, they are Josephs

in the Egyptian court, they are Pauls amid the wild

beasts at Ephesus. I preach to encourage them. Lay

hold of O d and be faithful.

There i t. mistake we make about young men. Wo
put them in two classes: the one class is moral, the other
is dissolute. The moral are safe The dissolute cannot
be reclaimed. I deny both propositions. The moral are
not safe unless they have laid hold of God, and the dis-
solute may be reclaimed. I suppose there are self-
righteous men in this house who feel no need of God,
and will not seek after him, and they will go out in the
world and they will be tempted, and they will be flung
down by misfortune, and they will go down, down, down,
until some night you will see them going home hooting,
raving, shouting blasphemy— g^oing home to their mother,
going home to their sister, going home to the young
companion to whom, only a little while ago, in the pres-
ence of a brilliant assemblage, flashing lights and orange
blossoms, and censers swinging in the air, they promi8e<l

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said to his
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wagon on
You must
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' "I can't
jord looked
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was or ev(M-
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ouse to-day
king deeper
'oader their
are Josephs
lid the wild
them. Lay

men. We
■al, the other
)hite cannot
le moral are
and the dis-
re are self-
eed of God,
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fidelity and purity, and kindness perpetual. As ihat
man reaches the door, she will open it, not with an out-
cry, but she will stagger back from the door as ho comes
in, and in her look there will be the prophecy of woes
that are coming: want that will shiver in need of a tire,
hunger that will cry in vain for bread, cruelties that will
not leave the heart when they have crushed it, but pinch
it again, and stab it again, until some night she will open
the door of the place where her companion was ruined,
and she will tling out her arm from under her ragged
shawl and say, with almost omnipotent eloquence, "Give
me back my Jiusbandl Give me back my protectorl
Give me back my all! Him of the kind heart arid gentle
words, and the manly brow — give him back to mel"
And then the wretches, obese and filthy, will push back
their matted locks, and they will say, "Put her outT
Put her out!" Oh I self-righteous man, without God
you are in peril. Seek after him to-day. Amid the ten
thousand temptations of life there is no safety for a man
without God.

But I may be addressing some who have gone astray,
and so I assault that other pioposition that the dissolute
cannot be reclaijned. Perhaps you have only gone a
little astray. While I speak are yoii troubled? Is there
a voice within you saying, " Wiiat did you do that for?
Why did you go there ? What did you mean by that ?'*
Is there a memory in your soul that tnakes you tremble
this morning ? God only knows all our hearts. Yea,
if you have gone so far as to commit iniquities, and have
gone through the whole catalogue, I invite you back
this morning. The Lord waits for you. " Kejoice!
O young man, in thy youth, and let thy heart cheer
thee in the days of thy youth ; but know thou that for
all these thin ^ God wUl bring thee into judgment.''

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Come home, young man, to your father's God. Oomo
home, young man, to your mother's God. 01 I wish
that all the batteries of the Gosj)el could to-day bo un-
limbered asjainst all those influences wliicli are taking
down 80 many of our young men. I would like to blow
a trumpet of warning, and recruit until this whole
audience would march out on a crusade against the evils
of society. But let none of us be disheartened. O!
Christian workers, my heart is high with hope. The
dark horizon is blooming into the morning of which
prophets spoke, and of which poets have dreamed, and
of which painters have sketched. The world's bridal
hour advances. The mountains will kiss the morning
radiant and effulgent, and all the waves of the sea will
become the crystal keys of a great organ, on which the
fingers of everlasting joy shall play the grand march of
a world redeemed. Instead of the thorn there shall come
up the fir tree, and instead of the briar there shall come
up the myrtle tree, and the mountains and the hills shall
break forth into singing, and all the trees of the wood
shall clap their hands!

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CHAPTER VI.

STRANGERS WARNED.

**And Solomon numbered all the strangers that were in the land of
iBTael."— 2Chron.il: 17.

If, in the time when people traveled afoot or on camel-
back, and vacillation from city to city was seldom, it was
important that Solomon recognize the presence of stran-
gers, how much more important, now in these days, when
by railroad and steamboat the population of the earth
are always in motion, and from one year's end to the
other, our cities are crowded with visitors. Every morn-
ing, on the Hudson River railroad track, there come in,
I think, about six trains, and on the New Jersey railroad
track some thirteen passenger trains ; so that all the
depots and the w^harves are a-rumble and a-clang with
the coming in of a great immigration of strangers.
Some of them come for purposes of barter, some for
mechanism, some for artistic gratification, some for sight-
seeing. A great many of them go out on the evening
trains, and consequently the city makes but little im-
pression upon tliem; but there are multitudes who, in
the hotels and boarding-houses, make temporary resi-
[dence. They tarry here for three or four days, or as
jmany weeks. They spend the days in the stores and the
evenings in sight-seeing. Their temporary stay will
make or break them, not only financially but morally,
for this world and the world that is to come. Multitudes
of them come into our morning and evening services.
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them. May God give me the right word and help me to
utter it in the right way.

There have glided into this house those unknown to
others^ whose history, if told, would be more thrilling
than the deepest tragedy, more exciting tlian Nilsson's
song, more bright than a spring morning, more awful
tl'.an a wintry midnight. If they could stand up here
and tell the story of their escapes, and their temptations,
and their bereavements, and their disasters, and their
victories, and their defeats, there would be in this house ^
such a commingling of groans and acclamations as would
make the place unendurable.

There is^a man who, in infancy, lay in a cradle satin-
Lwod. There is a man who was picked up, a foundling,
on Boston Common. Here is a man who is coolly ob-
serving this day's service, expecting no advantage, an.l
caring for no advantage for himself ; while yonder
is a man who has been for tea years in an awful confla-
gration of evil habits, and he 4 a mere cinder of a
destroyed nature, and he is wo dering if there shall be
in this service any escape or iielp for his immortal soul.
Meeting you only once, perhaps, face jto face, I strike
hands with you in an earnest talk about your presern-
condition, and your eternal v/eu-being. St. Paul's siiip
at Melita wert to pieces where two seas meet ; but we
stand to-day at a point where a tliousand seas converge,
and eternity alone can tell the issue of the hour.

The hotels of this country, for beauty and elegance,
are not surpassed by the hotels in any otlier land ; but
those that are most celebrated for brilliancy of tapestry
and mirror cannot give t<- the guest any costly apart-
ment, unless he can afford a parlor in addition to liis
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signed to him a room without any pictures, and perhaps
any rocking chair! He will find a box ot* matches o\\ A
bureau .and an old newspaper left by the previous occu-
pant, and that will be about all the ornamentation. At
seven o'clock in the evening, after having taken his re-
past, he will look over his men;orandum book of the
day's work ; he will write a letter to his home, and then
a desperation will seize u^un him to get out. You hear
the great city thundering under your windows, and you
say: " I must join that procession," and in ten minutes
you have joined it. Where are you going? *' Oh," you
fiay, "I haven't made up my mind yet." Better make
up your mind before your start. Perhaps the very way
you go now you wi. always go. Twenty years ago there
were young men who came down the Astor flouse steps,
and started out in a wrong direction, where they have
been going ever since.

" Well, where are you going ?" says one man. " I
am. going to the Academy to hear some music." Good.
I would like to join you at the door. At the tap of the
orchestral baton, all the gates of harmony and beauty
will open before your soul. I congratulate you. Where
are you going ? " Well,'' you say, " I am going up to
see some advertised pictures." Good. 1 should like to
go along with yo'.i and look over the same catalogue, aud
study with you Kensett, and Bierstadt, and Church, and
Moran. Nothing more elevating than good pictures.
Where are yoti going ? " Well," you say, ** I am going
up to the Young Men's Christian AssociaLion rooms."
Good. You will find there gymnastics to strengthen
the muscles, and books to improve the mind, and Chris-
tian influence to save the soul. I wish every city in the
LTnit^id States had as tine a palace for its Young Men's

Christian Association as New York has. Where are
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long walk up Broadway, and so turn around into the
Bowery. I am going to stody human life." Good. A
walk through Broadway at eight o'clock at night is inter-
esting, educating, fascinating, appalling, exhilarating to
the last degree. Stop in front of tliat theater, and see
who goes in. Stop at that saloon, and see who comes
out. See the great tides of life surging backward and
forward, and heating against the marble of the curbstone,
and eddying down into the saloons. What is that mark
on the face of that debauchee? It is the hectic flush of
eternal death. Wi\at is that Woman's laughter ? It is
the shriek of a lost soul. Who is that Christian man
going along with a phial of anodyne to the dying pauper
on Elm street? Who is that belated man on the way to
a. prayer- meeting ? Wiio is that city missionary going
to take a box in which to bury a child '^ Who are all
these clusters of briglit and beautiful faces? They are
going to some interesting place of amusement. Who i?
thkt man going into the drug-store? That h the man
who yesterday lost all Ids fortune on Wall street. He
h going in for a dose of belladonna, and before morning
it wilf. make no difference to him vhether stocks are up
or down. 1 tell you that Broadway, between seven and
twelve o'clock at nioht, between the Battery and Uniori-
square, is an Austeriitz, a Gettysburg, a Waterloo, when)
kingdoms are lost or won, and three worlds mingle in the
strife.

I meet another coming down off tiie hotel steps, and 1
say: "'Where are you going?" You say: "I am
going with a mercliant of New York who has promised
to-night to snow me tl^. underground life of the city. 1
am his customer, aim he is going to oblige me verj
much." Stop! A business house that tries to get or

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Good. A
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who comes
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ring pauper
I the way to
[>nary going
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it. Who is
IB the man
street. He
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and Uniovi-
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steps, and 1
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the city. T
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keep your custom through such a process as that, is not
worthy of you. There are business establishments in
our cities which have for years been sending to eternal
destruction hundreds and thousand;? of mercliants. They
have a secret c rawer in the counter, where money is kept,
and the clerk goes and get-^ it when he wants to take
these visitors to the city through the low slums of the
place. Shall I mention the names of some of these great
cominorcial establishments? I have them on my lip-
Bhail I ? Perhaps I had better leave it to the young
men who, in tliat process, have been destroyed themselves
while they have been destroying others. I care not how
high-sounding the name of a commercial establishment
if it proposes to get customers or to keep them by such
a process as that; drop their acquaintance. They will
cheat you before you get througii. They will send to
you a style of goods diflerent from that which you bought
by sample. They will give you under-weight. There
will be in the packnge half-a-dozen less pairs of sus-
penders than you paid for. They will rob you. Oh, you
feel in your pockets and say: "Is my money gone ?"
They have robbed you of something for which pounds
and shillings can never give you compensation. When
one of thece Western merchants has been dragged by one
of these commercial agents through the slums of the
city, he is not fit to go home. The mere memory of
what he has seen will be moral pollution, unless he go
on positive Christian errand. I think you had better
let the city missionary and the police ani the Christian
Jyeformer attend to the exploration of New York and
derground life. You do not go to a small -pox hospital
pr the purpose of exploration. You do not go thsre,
cause you are afraid of the contagion. And yet, you
into the presence of a moral leprosy that is as much

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more dangerous to you as the death of the soul is worse
than the death of the body. I will undertake to say that
nine-tenths of the men who have been ruined in our cities
have been ruined by simply going to observe without
any idea of participating. The fact is that underground
city life is a filthy, fuming, reeking, pestiferous depth
which may blast the eye that looks at it. In the Keign
of Terror, in 1792, in Paris, people, escaping from the
officers of the law, got into the sewers of the city, and
crawled and walked through miles of that awful labyrinth,
stifled with the atmosphere and almost dead, some of
them, when they came out to the river Seine, where they
washed thtrmselves and again breathed the fresh air.
But I iiave to tell yon that a great many of the men who
go on the work of exploration through the underground
guttopi of New York life never come out at any Seine
river where they can wash off the pollution of the moral
sewerage. Stranger, if one of the "drummers" of the
olty, as lliey are called — if one of the "drummers " pro-
pose to take you and show you the " sights " of the town
and underground New York, say to him: "Please, sir,
what part do you propose to show me?"

Sabbath morning conies. You wake up in the hotel.
You have had a longer sleep than usual. You say:
"Where am I ? a thousand miles from home 1 I have no
fainily to take to church to-day. My pastor will not expect
my presence. I think I shall look over my accounts and
study my memorandum-book. Then I will write a few
business letters, and talk to that merchant who came in
on the same train with me." Stop I you cannot afford to
do it.

"But," you say, "I am wortli five b>»ndT^ thousand
dollars." You cannot afford to do it You say: "I am
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doit. All

you gain by breaking the Sabbath yon will lose. You
will lose one of three things: your intellect, your morals,
or your property, and you cannot point in the whole earth
to a single exception to this rule. Grod gives us six days
and kecpt one for himself Now if we try to get the
seventh, he will upset the work of all the otiier six.

I remember going up Mount Washington, before the
railroad had been built, to the Tip-Top House, and the
guide would come around to our horse? and stop us when
we were crossing a very steep and dangerous place, and
he would tighten the girdle of the horse, and straighten
the saddle. And 1 have to tell you that this road of life
is so eteep and full of peril we must, at least one day in
seven, stop and have the harness of life readjusted, and
our souls re-equipped. The seven days of the week are
like seven business ])artner8, and you must give to each
one his share, or the business will be broken up. God is
80 generous with us ; he has given you six days to his
one. Now, liere is a father who has seven apples, and he
gives six to Iuh grnrwiy boy, proposing to keep one for
himself. TIm^ g''eedy boy gt for the other ane and loses
all the six.

How few men there are w! > know how to keep the
Lord's day away from home. A great many who are con-
sistent on the banks of the St. Lawrence, or the Alabama,
or the Mi8si:?sippi, are not consistent when they get o
far off as the Kast River. I repeat — though it is putting
it on .a low ground — you cannot financially afford to break
the Le>rd's day. It is only another way of tearing up
yoar government securities, and putting down the price
•of goods, and blowing uj) your store. I have friends who
•re all the time slicing off ])iece8 of the Sabbath. They cut
a little of the Sabbath off that end, and a little dI the Sab-
bath off this end. They do not keep the twenty-four hours.

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The Bible says: "Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it
holy." I have good friends who are quite accustomed to
leaving Albany by the midnight train on Saturday night,
and getting home before church. Now, there may be
occasions when it is right, but generally it is wrong.
How if the train should run off the track into the North
River? I hope your friends will not send for me to preach
your funeral sermon. It would be an awkward thing for
me to stand up by your side and preach — you a Christian
man killed on a rail-train traveling on a Sunday morn-
ing. ** Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy. "
What does that mean? It means twenty-four hours.
A man owes you a dollar. You don't want him to pay
you ninety cents; you want the dollar. If God demands
of us twenty-four hours out of the week, he means twenty-
four hours and not nineteen. Oh, we want to keep vig-
ilantly in this country the American Sabbath, and not
have transplanted here the German or the French Sab-
bath. If any of you have been in Paris you know that
on Sabbath morning the vast population rush out toward
the country with baskets and bundles, and toward night,
they come back fagged out, cross, and intoxicated. May
God preserve to us our glorious, quiet American Sab-
baths.

And so men come to the verge of city life and say :
" Now we'll look off. Gome, young man, don't be afraid.
Come near, let's look off." He looks and looks, until,
after a while, ^atan comes and puts a hand on each of his
shoulders and pushes him off. Society says it is evil
proclivity on the part of that young man. Oh, no, he
was simply an exploror, and sacrificed his life in dis-
covery. A young man comes in from the country brag-
ging that nothing can do him any harm. He knows
about all the tricks of city life. "Why," he says,

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STRANGERS WARNED.

I receive a circular in the country telling me that some-
how they found out I was a sharp business man, and if I
would only send a certain amount of money by mail or
express, charges prepaid, they would send a package with
which I could make a fortune in two months; but I didn't
believe it. My neighborti did, but I didn't. Why, no
man could take ray money. I carry it in a pocket inside
my vest. No man could take it. No man could cheat
me at the faro table. Don't I know all about the * cue-
box,' and the 'dealer's-box,* and the cards stuck together
as though they were one, and when to hand in my
cheques? Oh, they can't cheat me. I know what I am
about." While, at the same time, that very moment,
such men are succumbing to the worst Satanic influences,
in the simple fact that they are going to observe. Now,
if a man or woman shall go down into a haunt of iniquity
for the purpose of reforming men and women — if, as did
John Howard, or Elizabeth Fry, or Van Meter, they go
down among the abandoned for the sake of saving souls —
or as did Chalme/s and Guthrie to see sin, that they
might better combat it, then they shall be God-protected,
and they will come out better than when they went in.
But if you go on this work of exploration merely for
the purpose of satisfying a morbid curiosity, I will take
twenty per cent, off your moral character. O strangers,
welcome to the great city. May you find Christ here,
and not any physical or mo^-al damage. Men coming
from inland, from distant cities, have here found God and
found him in our service. May that be your case
now. You thought you were brought to this place merely
for the purpose of sight-seeing. Perhaps God brought
'ou to this roaring city for the purpose of working out
our eternal salvation. Go back to your homes and tell
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city which has been the destruction of so many may be
your eternal redemption?

A good many years ago, Edward Stanley, the English
commander, with his regiment, took a fort. The fort was
manned by some three hundred Spaniards. Edward
Stanley came close up to the fort, leading his men, when
a Spaniard thrust at him with a spear, intending to k
destroy his life; but Stanley caught hold of the spear, "
and the Spaniard in attempting to jerk the spear away
from Stanley, lifted him up into the battlements. No
sooner had Stanley taken his position on the battlements, $
than he swung his sword and his whole regiment leaped ■
up after him and the fort was taken. So may it be with ;
you, O stranger. The city influences which have destroyed v
so many and dashed them down for ever, shall be the
means of lifting you up into the tower of God's mercy
and strength, your soul more than conqueror through the
grace of Him who hath promised an especial benediction
to those who shall treat you well, saying : " I was a
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CHAPTER VII.

PEOPLE TO BE FEARED.

" Why hast thou then broken down her hedges, so that all they
which pass by the way do plack her? The boar out of the wood
doth waste it, and the wild bevist of the field doth devour it" — Psalms
Izxx: 12,13.

By this lioinely but expressive figure, the text sets
forth the bad influcncos which in olden time broke in
upon God's heritage, sm with swine's foot trampling, and
as with swine's snout uprooting he vineyards ot pros-
perity. Wliat was true then is true now. There have
been enough trees of righteousness planted to overshadow
the whole earth, had it not been for the axe- men who
hewed them down. The temple of truth would long
ago have been completed, liad it not been for the icono-
clasts who defaced the walls and battered down the pil-
lars. The whole earth would have been an Eshcol of
ripened clusters, had it not been that " the boar has
wasted it and the vrild beast of the field devoured it."

I propose to point out to you those whom I conidder
to be the uprooting and devouring classes of society.
First, thepuhlio criminals. You ought not to be surprised
that these ])eople make up a large portion in many com-
munities. The vast majority of the crimiuals who take
ship from Europe come into our own i)ort. In 1869, of
the forty-nine thousand people who were incarcerated in
the prisons of tl,e country, thirty-two thousand were of
foreign birth. Many of them were the very desperadoes
of society, ooziiig int^^ the slums of our cities, waiting

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the large gang of American thugs and cut-throats. There
are in this cluster of cities — Now York, Jersey City,
and Brooklyn — four thousand people whose entire busi-
ness in life is to commit crime. That is as much their
business as jurisprudence or medicine or merchandise is
your business. To it they bring all their energies of
body, mind, and soul, and they look upon the interreg-
nums which they spend in prison as so much unfortunate
loss of time, just as you look upon an attack of influenza
or rheumatism which fastens you in the house for a few
days. It is their lifetime business to pick pockets, and
blow up safes, and shoplift, and ply the panel game, and
they have as much pride of skill in their business as you
have in yours when you upset the argument of an
opposing council, or cure a gunshot fracture which other
surgeons have given up, or foresee a turn in the market
80 you buy goods just before they go up twenty per cent.
It is their business to commit crime, and I do not sup-
pose that once in a year the thought of the immorality
strikes them. Added to these professional criminals,
American and foreign, there is a large class of men who
are more or less industrious in crime. In one year the
police in this cluster of cities arrested ten thousand
people for theft, and ten thousand for assault and battery,
and fifty thousand for intoxication. Drunkenness is
responsible for much of the theft, since it confuses a
man's ideas of property, and he gets his hands on things
that do not belong to him. E-um is responsible for
much of the assault and battery, inspiring men to sudden
bravery, which they must demonstrate though it be on
the face of the next gentleman.

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cities pay seven million dollars' worth of taxes a year to
arraign, try. and support the criminal population. You
help to pay the board of every criminal, from the sneak-
thief that snatches a spool of cotton, up to some man
who enacts a " Black Friday." More than that, it
touches your heart in the moral depression of the com-
munity. You might as well think to stand in a closely
confined room where there are fifty people and yet not
breathe the vitiated air, as to stand in a community where
there is such a great multitude of the depraved without
somewhat being contaminated. What is the fire that
burns your store down compared with the conflagration
which consumes your morals? What is the theft of the
gold and silver from your money safe compared with the
theft of your children's virtue?

We are all ready to arraign criminals. We shout at
the top of our voice, " Stop thief!" and when the police
get on the track .'ecome out, hatless and in our slippers,
and assist in the arrest. We come around the bawling
ruffian and hustle him ofi"to justice, and when he gets in
prison, what do we do for him? With great gusto we
put on the handcuffs and the hopples; but what prepara-
tion are we making for the day when the handcuff's and
the hopples come off? Society seems to say to these
criminals, " Villain, go in there and rot," when it ought
to say, "You are an offender against the law, but we
mean to give you an opportunity to repent; we mean to
help you. Here are Bibles and tracts and Christian in-
fluences. Clin'^t died for you. Look, and live."

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Aye, we want more than sermons on the Sabbath day,
Society must impress these men with the fact that it
does not enjoy their suffering, and that it is attempt-
ing to 'reform and elevate them. The majority of
criminals suppose that society has a grudge against
them, and they in turn have a grudge against society.

They are harder in heart and more infuriate when tiiey
come out of jail than when they went in. Many of the
people who go to prison go again and again and again.
Some years ago, of fifteen hundred prisoners who during
the year had been in Sing Sing, four hundred had been
there before. In a house of correction in the country,
where during a certain reach of time there had been five
thousand people, more than three thousand had been there
before. So, in one case the prison, and in the other case
the house of correction, left them just as bad as they were
before. The secretary of one of the benevolent societies
of New York saw a lad fifteen j-ears of age who had
spent three years of his life in prison, and he said to the
lad, " What have they done for you to make you better?"
" Well," replied the lad, " the first time I was brought
up before the judge he said, ' You ought to be ashamed
of yourself.' And then I committed a ciinie again, and
I was brought up before the same judge, and he said,
'You rascal!' And after a while I committed some
other crime, and I was brought before the same judge,
and he said, * You ought to be hanged.' " That is all they
had done for him in the wav of reformation and salva-
tion. "Oh," you say, '* these people are incorrigible." I
suppose there are hundreds of persons this day lying in
the prison bunks who would leap up at the prospect of
reformation, if society would only allow them a way into
decency and respectability. "Oh," you say, " I have no
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much better would you have been under the same circum-
stances? Suppose your mother had been a blasphemer
and your father a sot, and you had started life with a
body stuffed with evil proclivities, and you had spent
much of your time in a cellar amid obscenities and curs-
ing, and if at ten years of age you had been compelled
to go out and steal, battered and banged at night if you
came in without any spoils, and suppose your early man-
hood and womanhood had been covered with rags and
filth, and decent society had turned its back upon you,
and left you to consort with vagabonds and wharf-rats —
how much better vrould you have been? I have no sym»
patliy with that executive clemency which would let
crime run loose, or which would sit in the gallery of a
court-room weeping because some hard-hearted wretch
is brought to justice; but I do say that the safety and
life of the community demand more potential influences
in behalf of public offenders.

Within five minutes* walk of where I now stand, there
is a prison, enough to bringdown the wrath of Almighty
God on this city of Brooklyn. It is the Raymond Street
Jail. It would not be strange if the jail fever should
start in that horrible hole, like that which raged in Eng-
land dui "ng the session of the Black Assize, when three
hundred perished — judges, jurors, constables, and law-
yers. Alas, that our fair city should have such a pest-
house. I understand the sheriff and the jail-keeper do
all they can, under the circumstances, for the comfort of
these people; but five and six people are crowded into a
place where there ought to be but one or two. The air
is like that of the Black Hole of Calcutta. As the air
swept through the wicket, it almost knocked me down. '
No sunlight. Young men who had committed their
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one woman, with a child almost blind, who had been
arrested for the crime of poverty, who was waiting until
the slow law could take her to the almshouse, where she
hghtfullj' belonged; but she was thrust in there with her
child amid the most abandoned wretches of the town-
Many of the offenders in that prison sleeping on the
floor, with nothing but a vermin-covered blanket over
them Those people crowded and wan and wasted and
half suffocated and infuriated. I said to the men, "How
do you stand it here?" "God knows,'* said one man,
*-we have to stand it." Oh, they will pay you when they
get out. Where they burned down one house they will
burn three. They will strike deeper the assassin's knife.
They are this minute plotting worse burglaries. Ray-
mond Street Jail is the best place I know of to manu-
facture foot- pads, vagabonds, and cut- throats. Yale
College is not so well calculated to make scholars, nor
Harvard so well calculated to make scientists, nor Prince
ton so well calculated to make theologians, as Raymond
Street Jail is calculated to make criminals. All that
those men do not know of crime after they have been in
that dungeon for some time, Satanic machination cannot
teach, them. Every hour that jail stands, it challenges
the Lord Almighty to smite this city. I ci*ll upon the
])eople to rise in their wrath and demand a reformation
I call upon the judges of our courts to expose that
infamy. I call upon the Legislature of the State of New
York, now in session, to examine and appease that out-
rage on God and human society. 1 demand, in behalf
of those incarcerated prisoners, Iresh air and clear sun.
light., and, in the name of him who had not where to lay
his head, a couch to rest on at night. In the insuffer-
able stench and sickening surroundings of that Raymond
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idiocy for the mind, and death for the soul. Stifled air
and darkness and vermin never turned a thief into an
honest man.

We want men like John Howard and Sir William
Blackstone, and women like Elizabeth Fry, to do for the
prisons of the United States what those people did in
other days for the prisons of England. I thank God for
what Isaac T. Hopper and Dr. Wines and Mr. Harris
and scores of others have done in the way of prison
reform; but we want something more radical before
upon this city will come the blessing of him who said :
" I was in prison, and re came unto me."

Again, in this clabs '>f uprooting and devouring popu-
lation are untrustworthy officials. " Woe unto thee, O
land, when thy kings and child, and thy princes drink
in the morning." It is a great calamity to a city when
bad men get into public authority. Why was it
that in New York there was such unparalleled crime
between 1866 and 1871 ? It was because the judges of
police in that city, for the most part, were as corrupt as
the vagabonds that came before them for trial. Thos'^
were the days of high carniv.al for election frauds, assas-
sination and forgery. We had the " Whisky Ring," and
the "Tammany Ring," and the "Erie Ring." There
was one man during those years that got one hundred
and twenty-eight thousand dollars in one year for serving
the public. In a few years it was estimated that there
were fifty millions of \ ^'blic treasure squandered. In
those times the criminal had only to wink to the judge,
or his lawyer would wink for him, and the question was
decided for the defendant. Of the eight thousand people
arrested in that city in one year, only tliree thousand
were punished. These little matters were " fixed up,"
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know as weJl as I that a criminal who escapes only opens
the door for other criminalities. When the two pick-
pockets snatched the diamond pin from the Brooklyn
gentleman in a Broadway stage, and the villains were
arrested, and the trial was set down for the General Ses-
sions, and then the trial never came, and never anything
more was heard of the case, the public officials were only
bidding higher for more crime. It is no compliment to
public authority when we have In all ihe cities of the
country, walking abroad, men and women notorions for
criminality, unwhipped of justice. They are pointed
out to you in the street day by day. There you find
what are called the "fences," the men who stand between
the thief and the honest man, sheltering the thief and
at a great price handing over the goods to the owner to
whom they belong. There you will find those who are
called the "skinners," the men who hover around Wall
street, with great sleight of hand in bonds and stocks.
There you find the funeral thieves, the people who go
and sit down and mourn with families and pick their
pockets. And there you find the "confidence men,'*
who borrow money of you because they have a dead
child in the house and want to bury it, when they never
had a house nor a family; or they want to go to England
and get a large property there, and they want you lo pay
their way, and they will send the money back by the
very next mail. There are th^ "harbor thieves," the
"shoplifters," the "pickpockets," famous all over the
cities. Hundreds of them with their faces in the
'^Rogues' Gallery," yet doing nothing for the last five
or ton years but defraud society and escape justice.
When these people go unarrested and unpunished, it is
putting a high premium upon vice, and saying to the
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to be agTPat criminal," Let the law swoop upon them.
Let it bo known in this country that crime will have no
quarter, that the detectives are after it, that the police
club is being brandished, that the iron door of the prison
is bein^ opened, that the judge is ready to call on the
case. Too great leniency to criminals is too great
severity to society. When the President pardoned the
wholesale dealer in obscene books he hindered the cru-
sade against licentiousness; but when Governor Dix
refused to let go Foster, the assassin, who was condemned
to the gallows, he grandly vindicated the laws of God
and the dignity of the State of New York.

Again: among the uprooting and devouring classes in
our midst are the idle. Of course, I do not refer to peo-
ple who are getting old, or to the sick, or to those who
cannot get work ; but I tell you to look out for those ath-
letic men and women who will not work. When the
French nobleman was asked why he kept busy when he
had so large a property, he said, " I keep on engraving
so I may not hang myself." I do not care who the man
is, you cannot afford to be idle. It is from the idle classes
that the criminal classes are made up. Character, like
water, gets putrid if it stands still too long. Who can
wonder that in this world, where there is so much to do,
and all the hosts of earth and heaven and hell are plung-
ing into the conflict, and angels are flying, and God
is at work, and the universe is a-quakf -vith the march-
ing and counter-marching, that God le his indignation
fall upon a man who chooses idleness ? I have watched
these do-nothings who spend their time stroking their
beard, and retouching their toilette^ and criticising
industrious people, and pass their days and nights in bar-
rooms and club houses, lounging and smoking and chew-
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are dangerous. How hard it is for them to while awaj
the hours?

Alas ! for them. If they do not know how to while away
an hour, what will they do when they have all eternity
on their hands ? These men for a while smoke the best
cigars, and wear the best broadcloth, and move in the
highest spheres; but I have noticed that very soon they
come down to the prison, the almshouse, or stop at the
gallows.

The police stations of this cluster of cities furnisli
annually two hundred thousand lodgings. For the most
part, these two hundred thousand lodgings are furnished
to able-bodied men and women — people as able to work
as you and I are. When they are received no longer at
one police station, because they are "repeaters,'^ they go
to some other station, and so they keep moving around.
They get their food at house doors, stealing what they
can lay their hands on in the front basement while the
servant is spreading the bread in the back basement.
They will not work. Time and again, in the country
districts, they have wanted hundreds and thousands of
laborers. These men will not go. They do not want to
work. I have tried them. I have set them to sawing
wood in my cellar, to see whether they wanted to work.
I offered to pay them well for it. I have heard the saw
going for about three minutes, and then I went down,
and lo, the wood, but no saw ! They are the pest of so-
ciety, and they stand in the way of the Lord's poor, who
ought to be helped, and must be helped, and will be
helped. While there are thousands of industrious men
who cannot get any work, these men who do not want
any work come in and make that plea. I am in favor of
the restoration of the old-fashioned whipping-post for
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welPs Island or Sing Sing would be a comfortablehome
for them. They would have no objection to the alniH-
liouse, for they like thin soup, if they cannot get mock-
turtle. I propose this for them: on one side of them put
some healthy work; on tlie other side put a raw-hide, and
let them take their choice. I like for that class of peo-
ple the scant bill of fare that Paul wrote out for the
Thessalonian loafers: *'If any work not, neither should
he eat." By what law of God or man is it right that
you and I should toil day in and day out, until our hands
are blistered and our arms ache and our brain gets num))?
and tlien be called upon to support what in the United
States are about two million loafers'^ They are a very
dangerous class. Let the public authorities keep their
eves on them.

Again: among the uprooting classes I place the op-
pi'essed poor. Poverty to a certain extent is chastening;
but after that, when it drives a man to the wall, and he
hears his children cry in vain for bread, it sometimes^
makes him desperate. I think that there are thousands of
honest men lacerated into vagabondism. There are men
crushed under burdens for which they are not half paid.
While there is no excuse for criminality, even in oppres-
sion, T state it as a simple fact that much of the ecoun-
drelism of the community is consequent upon ill-treat-
ment. There are many men and women battered and
bruised and stung until the hour of despair has come, and
they stand with the ferocity of a wild beast which, pur-
sued until it can run no longer, turns round, foaming
and bleeding, to fight the hounds.

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life that is appalling and shameful. It wallows and

steams with putrefaction. You go down the stairs,

which are wet and decayed with filth, and at the bottom you

find the poor victims on the floor, cold, sick, three-fourths

dead, slinking into a fetill darker corner under the gleam

of the lantern of the police. There has not been a breath

of fresh air in that room for five years, literally. The

broken sewer empties its contents upon them, and they

lie at night in the swimming filth. There they are, men,

women, children; blacks, whites; Mary Magdalen with-
out her repentance, and Lazarus without his God !

These are " the dives " into which the pick-pockets and
the thieves go, as well as a great many who would like a
different life but cannot get it. These places are the sores
of the city, which bleed perpetual corruption. They are
the underlying volcano that threatens us with aCaraccas
earthquake. It rolls and roars and surges and heaves
and rocks and blasphemes and dies. And there are only
two outlets for it: the police court and the Potter's Field,
m other words, they must either go to prison or to hell.
Oh, you never saw it yoa say. You never will see it until
on the day when those staggering wretches shall come
up in the light of the judgment throne, and while all
hearts are being revealed God will ask you what you did
to help them.

There is another layer of poverty and destitution, no-
so squalid, but almost as helpless. You hear the inces-
sant wailing for bread and clothes and fire. Their eyes
are sunken. Their cheek-bones stand out. Thei** hands
are damp with slow consumption. Their flesh is puffed
up with dropsies. Their breath is like that of the char-
nel-house. They hear the roar of the wheels of fashion
over head, and the gay laughter of men and maidens, and
wonder why God gave to others so much and to them so

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little. Some of them thrust into an infidelity like that of
the poor German girl who, when told in the midst of her
wretchedness that God was good, said; "No, no good
God. Just look at me. No good God."

In this cluster of cities, whose cry of want I this day
interpret, there are said to be, as far as I can figure it uj)
from the reports, about two hundred and ninety thous.
and honest poor who are dependent upon individual, city,
and state charities. If all their voices could come up at
once, it would be a groan that would shake the founda-
tions of the city, and brins: ^-^ earth and heaven to the
rescue. But, for the most part, it suffers unexpressed.
It sits in silence, gnasljing its teeth, and sucking the
blood of its own arteries, waiting for the judgment day.
Oh, I should not wonder if on that day it would be found
out that some of us had some things that belonged to
them; some extra garment which might have made them
comfortable in these cold days; some bread thrust into
the ash-barrel that might have appeased their hunger
for a little while; some wasted candle or gas-jet that
might have kindled up their darkness; some fresco on
the ceiling that would have given them a roof; some
jewel which, brought to that orphan girl in time, might
have kept her from being crowded off the precipices of
an unclean life; some New Testament that would have
told them of him who " 3ame to seek and save that
which was lost." Oh, this wave of vagrancy and hunger
and nakedness that dashes against our front door step;
I wonder if you hear it and see it as much as I hear it
and see it. " This last week I liave been almost frenzied
with the perpetual cry for help from all classes and from
all nations, knocking, knocking, ringing, ringing, until
I dare not have more than one decent pair of shoes, nor
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hat, lest in the last day it be found that T have some-
thing that belongs to them, and Christ shall turn to me
and spy: " Inasmuch as ye did it7i6>^to theee, ye did it
not to me." If the roofs of all the houses of destitution
could be lifted so we could look down into them just as
God looks, whose nerves would be strong enough to
stand it? And yet there thoy are. The forty-five thous-
and sewing- women in these three cities, some of them in
hunger and cold, working night after night, until some-
times the blood spurts from nostril and lip. How well
their grief was voiced by that despairing woman who
Btood by her invalid husband and invalid child, and said
to the city missionary: ^'I am down-hearted. Every-
thing's against us ; and then there are other things.'*
*' What other things?" said the city missionary. '• Oh,"
she replied, " my sin." '* What do you mean by that?"
" Well," she said, " I never hear or see anything good.
It's work from Monday morning to Saturday night, and
then when Sunday comes I can't go out, and I walk the
floor, and it makes me tremble to think that I have got to
meet God. O sir, it's so hard for us. We have to work
80, and then we have so much trouble, and then we are
getting along so poorly; and see this wee little thing-
growing weaker and weaker; and then to think we arc
not getting nearer to God, but floating away from him.
O sir, I do wish I was ready to die."

I should not wonder if they had a good deal better
time than we in the future, to make up for the fact tha^
they had such a bad time here. It would be just like
Jesus to say: "Come up and take the highest seats.
You suffered with me on earth ; now be glorified with
me in heaven." O thou weeping One of Bethany! O
thou dying One of the cross! Have mercy on the starv-
ing, freezing, homeless poor of these great cities! ^ ;;

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I have T^reaclied tliis Bermon for four or five practical
reasons: Because I want yoii to know who are the up-
rooting classes of society. Because I want you to be
juoro discriminating in your charities. Because I want
your hearts open with generosity, and your Ijands open
with charity. Because I want you to be made tlie sworn
friends of all city evangelization, and all new8bo3'8'
lodging houses, and all Howard Mitsions, and Children's
Aid Societies. Aye, I have preached it because I want
you this week to send to the Dorcas Society all the cast-
off clothing, that under the skillful manipulation of our
wives and mothers and sisters and daughters, these gar-
ments may be fitted on the cold, bare feet, and on the
shivering limbs of tlie destitute. I should not wonder if
that liat that you give should corne back a jeweled coronet,
of if that garment that you this week hand out from
your wardrobe should mysteriously be whitened, and
somehow wrought into the Savior's own robe, so in the
last day he would run his hand over it, and say: " I was
naked, and ye clothed me." That would be putting your
garments to glorious uses.

But more than that, I have preached the sermon be-
cause I thought in the contrast you would see how very
kindly God had dealt with you, and I thought that
thousands of you would go to-day to your comfortable
homes, and sit at your well-filled tables, and at the warm
registers, and look at the round faces v " your children,
and that then you would burst into teai^ at the review
of God's goodness to you, and that you would go to your
room this afternoon and lock the door, and kneel down,
and say: ''O Lord, I have been an ingrate; make me
thy child. O Lord, there are so many hungry and un-
clad and unsheltered to-day, I thank thee that all my life
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are so many sick and crippled children to-day, I thank
thee mine are well, some of them on earth, some of them
in heaven. ' Thy goodness, 0 Lord, breaks rae down.
Take mo once, and forever. Sprinkled as I was many
years ago at the altar, while my mother held me, now I
consecrate my soul to thee in a holier baptism of repent-
ing tears.

" For sinners, Lord, Thou cam'st to bleed,
And I'm a sinner vile iudecd ;
Lord, 1 believe Ttiy grace is free,
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CHAPTER VIII.

; , ; THE WORSHIP OF THE GOLDEN CALF.

" And he took the calf which they had made, and burnt it in the
fire, and ground it to powder, and strewed it upon the water, and
made the children of Israel drink of it."— Exodus xxxli: 20.

People will have a god of some kind, and they prefer
one of their own making. Here come the Is^'aelites,
breaking off their golden earrings, the men as well as
the women, for in those times there were masculine as
well as feminine decorations. Where did they get these
beautiful gold earrings, coming up as they did from the
desert? Oh, they "borrowed" them of the Egyptians
when they left Egypt. These earrings are piled up into
a pyramid of glittering beauty. " Any more earrings
to bring ?" says Aaron. None. Fire is kindled ; the
earrings are melted and poured into a mold, not of an
eagle or a war charger, but of a calf ; the gold cools off;
the mold is taken away, and the idol is set up on its
four legs. An altar is built in front of the shining calf.
Then the people throw up their arms, and gyrate, and
shriek, and dance mightily, and worship. Moses has
been six weeks on Mount Sinai, and he comes back and
hears the howling and sees the dancing of these golden-
calf fanatics, and he loses his patience, and he takes the
two plates of stone on which were written the Ten Com-
mandments and ilings them so hard against a rock that
they split all to pieces. When a man gets mad he is
very apt to break all the Ten Commandments! Moses
rushes in and he takes this calf-god ar.d throws it into a

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hot tire, until it is melted all out of shape, and then
pulverizes it — not by the modern appliance of nitro-
iruiriatic acid, but by the ancient appliance of nitre, or
by the old-fashioned file. He makes for the people a
most nauseating draught. He takes this pulverized
golden calf and throws it in the only brook which is ac-
cessible, and the people are compelled to drink of that
brook or not drink at all. But they did not drink all the
glittering stuff thrown on the surface. Some of it flows
on down the surface of the brook to the river, and then
flows on down the river to the sea, and the sea takes it
up and bears it to the mouth of all the rivers, and when
the tides setback, the remains of this golden calf are car-
ried up into the Hudson, and the East river, and the
Thames, and the^ Clyde, and the Tiber, and men go out
and they skim the glittering surface, and they bring it
ashore and they make another golden CLif, and California
and Australia break off their golden earrings to augment
the pile, and in the fires of financial excitement and
struggle all these things are melted together, and while
we stand looking and wondering what will come of it,
lo! we find that the golden calf of Israelitish worship
jias become the golden calf of European and American
worship.

I shall describe to you the god spoken of in the text,
his temple, his altar of sacrifice, the music that is made
in his temple, and then the final breaking up of the whole
congregation of idolaters, r ; ^ r:^; i ;. ?- ,.- ,

Put aside this curtain and you see the golden calf of
modern idolatry. It is not like other idols, made out of
stocks or stone, but it h^ an ear so sensitive that it can
hear the whispers on Wall street and Third street and
State street, and the footfalls in the Bank of England,
and the flutter of a Frenchman's heart on the Bourse.

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It has an eye so keen that it can see the rust on the farm
of Michigan wheat and the insect in the Maryland
peach-orchard, and the trampled grain under the hoof of
the Kussiar war charger. It is so mighty that it swings
any way it will the world's shipping. It lias its foot on
all the merchantmen and the steamers. It started the
American Civil War, and under God stopped it, and it
will decide the Turko-Russian contest. One broker in
September, 1869, in New York, shouted, "One hundred
and sixty for a million!" and the whole continent shiv-
ered. This golden calf of the text has its right front
foot in New York, its left front foot in Chicago, its right
back foot in Charleston, its left back foot in New Orleans,
and when it shakes itself it shakes the world. Oh! this
is a mighty god — the golden calf of the world's worship.

But every god must have its temple, and this golden
calf of the text is no exception. Its temple is vaster
than St. Paul's of the English, and St. Peter's of the
Italians, and the Alhambra of the Spaniards, and the
Parthenon of the Greeks, and the Mahal Taj of the
Hindoos, and all the other cathedrals put together. Its
pillars are grooved and fluted with gold, and its ribbed
arches are hovering gold, and its chandeliers are descend-
ing gold, and its floors are tesselated gold, and its vaults
are crowded heaps of gold, and its spires and domes are
soaring gold, and its organ pipes are resounding gold,
and its pedals are tramping gold, and its stops pulled
out are flashing gold, while standing at the head of the
temple, as the presiding deity, are the hoofs and shoul-
ders and eyes and ears and nostrils of the calf of gold.'

Further: every god must have not only its temple, br.t
its altar of sacrifice, and this golden calf of the text is
no exception. Its altar is not made out ef stone as other
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safes, and it is a broad, a long, a high altar. The vic-
tims sacrificed on it are the Swartouts, and the Ketchanis,
and the Fisks, and the Tweeds, and the Mortons, and ten ;
thousand other people who are slain before thh golden
calf What does this god care about the groans and
struggles of tlie victims before it? With cold, metallic
eye it looks on and yet lets them suffer. Oh! heaven
and earth, what an altar! what a sacrifice of body, mind,
and soul! The physical health of a great multitude is
flung on this sacrificial altar. They cannot sleep, and
they take chloral and morphine and intoxicants. Some
of them struggle in a nightmare of stocks, and at one
o'clock in the morning suddenly rise up shouting: "A
thousand shares of New York Central— one hundred
and eight and a-half ! take it!" until the whole family is
affrighted, and the speculators fall back on their pillows
and sleep until they are awakened again b}- a " corner "
in the Pacific Mail, or a sudden ^'rise" of Rock Island.
Their nerves gone, tlieir digestion gone, their brain
gone, they die. The clergyman comes in and reads the
funeral service: "Blessed are the dead who die in the
Lord." Mistake. They did not "" die in the Lord;" the
golden calf kicked them! : ,

The trouble is, when men sacrifice themselves on this
altar suggested in the text, they not only sacrifice them-
selves, but they sacrifice their families. If a man by an
ill course is determined to go to perdition, I suppose
you will have to let him go; but he puts his wife and
children in an equipage that is the amazement of the
avenues, and the driver lashes the horses into two whirl-
winds, and the spokes flash in the sun, and the golden -,
headgear of the harness gleams, until Biack Calamity
takes the bits of the horses and stops them, and shouts
to the luxuriant occupants of the equipage: "Get out!"

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They get oat. They get down. That husband and
father flung his family so hard they never got up again.
There was the mark on them for life — the mark of a
split hoof— the death-dealing hoof of the golden calf. '

Solomon offered in one sacrifice, on one occasion,
twenty-two thousand oxen and one hundred and twenty
thousand sheep; but that was a tame sacrifice compared
with the multitude of men who are sacrificing them-
selves on this altar of the golden calf, and sacrificing
their families with them. The soldiers of General
Kavelock, in India, walked literally ankle deep in the
blood of the " house of massacre," where two hun-
dred women and children had been slain by the Sepoys;
but the blood around about this altar of the golden calf
flows up to the knee, flows to the girdle, flows to the
shoulder, flows to the lip. Great God of heaven and
earth, have mercy I The golden calf has none.

Still the degrading worship goes on, and the devotees
kneel and kiss the dust, and count their golden beads,
and cross themselves with the blood of their own sacri-
fice. The music rolls on under the arches; it is made
of clinking sUver and clinking gold, and the rattling
specie of the banks and brokers' shops, and the voices
of all the exchanges. The soprano of the worship is
carried by the timid voices of men who have just begun
to speculate; while the deep bass rolls out from those
who for ten years of iniquity have been doubly damned.
Chorus of voices rejoicing over what they have made.
Chorus of voices wailing over what they have lost.
This temple of which I speak stands open day and
night, and there is the glittering god with his four feet
on broken hearts, and there i-s tlie smoking altar of sac-
rifice, new victims every moment on it, and there are
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rolls on, while Death stands with mould v and skeleton
arm beating time for the chorus — "More! more! more!"

Some people are very much surprised at the actions
of folk in the Stock Exchange, New York. Indeed, it
is a scene sometimes that paralyzes description, and is
beyond the imagination of any one who has never looked
in. What snapping of finger and thumb and wild ges-
ticulation, and raving like hyenas, and stamping like
buffaloes, and swaying to and fro, and jostling and run-
ning one upon another, and deafening uproar, until tlie
president of the Exchange strikes with his mallet four
or five times, crying, "Order! order!" and the aston-
ished spectator goes out into the fresh air feeling that he
has escaped from pandemonium. What does it all
mean? I will tell you what it means. The devotees of
every heathen temple cut themselves to pieces, and yell
and gyrate. This vociferation and gyration of the Stock
Exchange is all appropriate. This is the worship of the
golden calf. •

But my text suggests that this worship must be broken
up, as the behavior of Moses in my text indicated.
There are those who say that this golden calf spoken of
in my text was hollow, and merely plated with gold;
otherwise, they say, Moses could not have carried it. I
do not know that; but somehow, perhaps by the assist-
ance of his friends, he takes up this golden calf, which
is an open insult to God and man, and throws it into the
fire, and it is melted, and then it comes out and is cooled
off, and by some chemical appliance, or by an old-fash-
ioned file, it is pulverized, and it is thrown into the
brook, and, as a punishment, the people are compelled
to drink the nauseating stuff. So, my hearers, you may
depend upon it that God will bum and he will grind to
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compel the people in their agony to drinic it. It* not
before, it will be so on the last day. I know not where
the fire will begin, whether at the " Battery " or Central
Park, whether at Fulton Ferry or at Bushwick, whether
it Shoreditch, London, or West End ; but it will be a very
hot blaze. All the Gove'*nment securities of the United
States and Great Britain will curl up in the first blast.
All the money safes and depositing vaults will melt
under the first touch. The sea will burn like tinder,
and the shipping will be abandoned forever. The melt-
ing gold in the broker's window will burst through the
melted window-glass and info the street; but the fiying
population will not stop to scoop it up. The cry of
"Fire" from the mountain will be answered by the cry
of " Fire " in the plain. The confla.gration will burn
out from the continent toward the sea, and then biirn in
from the sea toward the land. New York and London
with one cat of the red scythe of destriictioi» will go
down. Twenty-five thousand miles of conflagration!
The earth will wrap itself round and round in shroud of
flame, and lie down to perish. What then will become
of your golden calf? Who then so poor as to worship
it? Melted, or between the upper and the nether mill-
stone of falling mountains ground to powder. Dagori
down. Moloch down. Juggernaut down. Golden calf

down. -■■■-■■^-- ':-' " :M..' ..V -.-■;■■;•■-'■ :. '.■'^',.

But, my friends, every day is a day of judgment, and
God is all the time grinding to pieces the golden calf.
Merchants of New York and London, what is the char-
acteristic of this time in which we live ? "Bad," you
say. Professional men, what is the chiaracteristic of the
times in which we live ? " Bad," you say. Though I
should be in a minority of one, I venture the opinion
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years, for the reason that God is teach v.ig the world, aa
never before, that old-fashioned honesty is the only thing
that will stand. In the past few months we have learned
as never before that forgeries will not pay; that the
watering of stock will not pay; that the spending of ufipr
thousand dollars on country seats and a palatial city resi-
dence, when there are only thirty thousand dollars income,
will not pay; that the appropriation of trust funds to our
own private speculation will not pay. We had a great na-
tional tumor, in the shape of fictitious prosperity. We
called it national enlargement; instead of calling it en-
largement, we might better have called it a swelling. It
has been a tumor, and God is cutting it out — has cut it
out, and the nation will get well and will come back to the
principles of our fathers and grandfathers when twice
three made six instead of sixty, and when the apples at
the bottom of the barrel were just as good as the apples
on the top of the barrel, and a silk handkerchief was not
half cotton, and a man who wore a five-dollar coat paid
for wtis more honored than a man who wore a fifty-dollar
coat not paid for.

The golden calf of our day, like the one of the text, is
very apt to be made out of borrowed gold. These
Israelites of the text borrowed the earrings of the Egyp-
tians, and then melted them into a god. That is the
way the golden calf is made nowadays. A great many
housekeepers, not paying for the articles they get, bor-
row of the grocer and the baker and the butcher and the
dry-goods seller. Then the retailer borrows of the whole-
sale dealer. Then the wholesale dealer borrows of the
capitalist, and we borrow, and borrow, and borrow, until
the community is divided into two classes, those who '
borrow and those who are borrowed of; and after a"
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the wholesale dealer, and the wholesale dealer wants his
money and he rushes upon the retailer, and the retailer
wants his money and he rushes upon the consumer, and
we all go down together. There is many a man in this
day who rides in a carriage and owes the blacksmith for
the tire, and the wheelwright for the wheel, and the
trimmer for the curtain, and the driver for unpaid wages,
and the harness- maker for the bridle, and the furrier for
the robe, while from the tip of the carriage tongue clear
back to the tip of the camel's-hair shawl fluttering out
of the back of the vehicle, e: eryt' 'n^ is paid for by noteft
that have been three times renewed. <• '■'^'^ ^ '-n

I tell you, sirs, that in this country we will never get
things right until we stop borrowing, and pay as we go.
It is this temptation to borrow, and borrow, and borrow,
that keeps the people everlastingly praying to the golden
calf for help, and just at the minute they expect the help
the golden calf treads on them. The judgments of God,
like Moses in -the text, will rush in and break up this
worship; and I say, let the work go on until every man
shall learn to speak truth with his neighbor, and those
who make engagements shall feel themselves bound to
keep them, and when a man who will not repent of his
business iniquity, but goes on wishing to satiate his can-
nibal appetite by devouring widows' houses, shall, by
the law of the land, be compelled to exchange the brown
stone front on Madison Avenue or Beacon Hill for New-
gate or Sing Sing. Let the golden calf perish ! ^ - ^- --^

But, my friends, if we have made this world our god,
when we come to die we will see our idol demolished.
How much of this world are you going to take with you
into the next ? Will you have two pockets — one in each
side of your shroud? Will you cushion your coffin with
bonds and mortgages and certificates of stock? Ah I no
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The ferry- at that crosses this Jordan takes no baggage
— nothing heavier than a spirit. You may, perhaps,
take five hundred dollars with you two or three miles,
in the shape of funeral trappings, to Greenwood, but you
will have to leave them there. It would not be safe for
you to lie down there with a gold watch or a diamond
ring; it would be a temptation to the pillagers. Ah,
my friends I if we have made this world our god, when
we die we will see our idol ground to pieces by our
pillow, and we will have to drink it in bitter regrets for
the wasted opportunities of a lifetime. Soon we will be
gone. 01 this is a fleeting world, it is a dying world.
A man who had worshiped it all his days in his dying
moment described himself when he said: ** Fool I fool I
fooU"

I want you to change temples, and to give up the wor-
ship of this unsatisfying and cruel god for the service of
the Lord Jesus Christ. Here is the gold that will never
crumble. Here are securities that will never fail. Here
are banks that will never break. Here is an altar on
which there has been one sacrifise once for all. Here is
a God who will comfort you when you are in trouble,
and soothe you when you are sick, and save you when
you die. When your parents have breathed their last,
and the old, wrinkled, and trembling hands can no more
be put upon your head for a blessing, he will be to you
father and mother both, giving you the defense of the one
and the comfort of the other ; and when your children
go away from you, the sweet darlings, you will not kiss
them good-by for ever. He only wants to hold them for
you a little while. He will give them back to you again,
and he will have them all waiting for you at the gates
of eternal welcome. Oh! what a God he is! He will
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put your arms around his neck, while he in response
will put his arms around your neck, and all the windows
of heaven will be hoisted to let the redeemed look out
and see the spectacle of a rejoicing Father and a returned
prodigal locked in glorious embrace. Quit worshiping
the golden calf, and bow this day before him in whose
presence we must all appear when the world has turned
to ashes and the scorched parchment of the sky shall be
rolled together like an historic scroll.

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' DRY.GOODS RELIGION.

"Wh08e adorning, lot it not be putting on of apparel." —

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My subject is dry-goods religion. That we should all
be clad, is proved by the opening of the first ^wardrobe in
Paradise, with its apparel of dark green. That we should
all, as far as our means allow us, be beautifully and grace-
fully appareled, is proved by the fact that God never
made a wave but he gilded it with golden sunbeams, or
a tree but he garlanded it with blossoms, or a sky but
he studded it with stars, or allowed even the smoke of a
furnace to ascend but he columned and turreted and
domed and scrolled it into outlines of indescribable
gracefulness. When I see the apple-orchards of the
spring and the pageantry of the autumnal forests, I come
to the conclusion that if nature ever does join the Church,
while she may be a Quaker in the silence of her worship,
she never will be a Quaker in the style of her dress-
Why the notches of a fern leaf, or the stamen of a water
lily? Why, when the day departs, does it let the folding-
doors of heaven stay open so long, when it might go in
so quickly? One summer morning I saw an army of a
million spears, each one adorned with a diamond of the
first water — I mean the grass with the dew on it. When
the prodigal came home his father not only put a coat
on his back, but jewelry on his hand. Christ wore a
beard. Paul, the bachelor apostle, not afflicted with any
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hair when he said, in his opistie, " if a woman have long
hair, it is a glory unto her." There will be fashion in
heaven as on earth, but it will be a different kind of
fashion. It will decide the color of the dress ; and the
population of that country, by a beautiful law, will wear
white. I say these things as a background to my ser-
mon, to show you that I have no prim, precise, prudish,
or cast-iron theories on the subject of human apparel.
But the goddess of fashion has set up her throne in this
couiitvy, and at the sound of the timbrels we are all ex-
pected to fall down and worship. The old^ and new tes-
tament ol her bible are Madame DemoresVs Magazine
and Harper^ s Bazar. Her altars smoke with the sac-
rifice of tho bodies, minds, and souls of ten thousand vic-
tims. In her temple four people stand in the organ-loft,
and from them there comes down a cold drizzle of music,
freezing on the ears oi her vvorshipers. This goddess
of fashion has become a rival of the Lord of heaven and
earth, and it is high time that we unlimbered our bat-
teries against this idolatry. When I come to cqunt the
victims of fashion I find as many masculine as feminine.
Men make an easy tirade against woman, as though she
were the chief worshiper at this idolatrous shrine, and
no doubt some men in the more conspicuous part of the
pew have already cast glances at the more retired part
of the pew, their look a prophecy of a generous distribu-
tion to others of the more cogent parts of my discourse.
My sermon shall be as appropriate for one end of the
pew as for the other.

Men are as much the idolaters of fashion as women,
but they sacrifice on a different part of the altar. With
men, the fashion goes to cigars and club-rooms and yacht-
ing parties and wine suppers. In the United States the
men chew up and smoke one hundred millions of dol-

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lars' worth of tobacco every year. That is their fashion.
In London, not long ago, a man died who started in life
with seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars, but he ate
it all up in gluttonies, sending his agents to all parts of
the earth for some rare delicacy for the palate, some-
times one plate of food costing him three or four liun-
dred dollars. He ate up his whole fortune, and had only
one guinea left; with that he bought a woodcock, and
had it dressed in the very best style, ate it, gave two
hours for digestion, then walked out on Westminster
Bridge and threw himself into the Thames, and died,
doing on a large scale what you and I have often seen
done on a small scale. But men do not abstain from
millinery and elaboration of skirt through any superi-
ority of humility. It is only because such appendages
would be a blockade to business. What would sashes
and trains three and a half yards long do in a stock mar-
ket? And yet man are the disciples of fashion just as
much as women. Some of them wear boots so tight they
can hardly walk in the paths of righteousneas And
there are men who buj expensive suits of clothes and
never pay for them, and who go through the streets in
great stripes of color like ani mated checker-boards. Then
there are multitudes of men who, not satisfied with the
bodies the Lord gave them, are padded so that their
shoulders shall be square, carrying around a small cot-
ton plar.tation. And I understand a great many of them
now paint their eyebrows and their lips, and I have heard
from ^ood authority that there are multitudes of men in
Brooklyn and ]^ew York — men— things have got to such
an awful pass — multitudes of men wearing corsets! I
say these things because I want to show you that I am
impartial in my discourse, and that both sexes, in the
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alike." As God may help me, I shall show you what
are the destroying and deathfiil influences of inordinate
fashion.

The first baleful influence I notice is in fraud, ill-
imitable and ghastly. Do yen know that zVrnold of
the Revolution proposed to sell his country in order to
get money to support his wife's wardrobe? I declare
here before God and this people that the effort to keep
up expensive establishments in this country is sending
more business men to temporal perdition than all other
causes combined. What was it that sent Gilman to the
penitentiary, and Philadelphia Morton to the watering
of stocks, and the life insurance presidents to perjured
statements about their assets, and has completely upset
our American finances? What was it that overthrew
Belknap, the United States Secretary at Washington, the
crash of whose fall shook the continent? But why should
I go to these famous defaultings to show what men will
do in order to keep up great home style and expensive
wardrobe, when you and I know scores of men who are
put to their wit's end, and are lashed from January to
December in the attempt. Our Washington politicians
may theorize until the expiration of their terms of oflBce
as to the best way of improving our monetary condition
in this country; it will be of no use, and things will be
no better until we learn to put on our heads, and backs,
and feet, and hands no more than we can ]->ay for.

There are clerks in stores and banks on limited sal-
aries, who, in the vain attempt to keep the wardrobe of
their family as showy as other folk's wardrobes, are
dying of muffs, and diamonds, and camel's hair shawls,
and high ^hats, and they have nothing left except what
they give to cigars and w.ne 8U]»pers. and they die before
their time and they will expect us ministers to preach

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about them as though they were the victims oi early
piety, and after a high-class funeral, with silver handles
at the side of their coffin, of extraordinary brightness, it
will be found out that the undertaker is cheated out of
his legitimate expenses ! Do not send to me to preach
the funeral sermon of a man who dies like that. I will
blurt out the whole truth, and tell that he was strangled
to death by his wife's ribbons 1 The country is dressed
to death. You are not surprised to find that the put-
ting up of one public building in New York cost mil-
lions of dollars more than it ought to have cost, when
you find that the man who gave out the contracts paid
more than five thousand dollars for his daughter's wed-
ding dress. Cashmeres of a thousand dollars each are
not rare on Broadway. It is estimated that there are
five thousand women in these two cities who have ex-
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What are men to do in order to keep up such home
wardrobes? Steal — that is the only respectable thing
they can do! During the last fifteen years theru have
been innumerable fine businesses shipwrecked on the
wardrobe. The temptation comes in this way: A man
thinks more of his family than of all the world outside,
and if they spend the evening in describing to him the
superior wardrobe of the family across the street, that
they cannot bear the sight of, the man is thrown on his
gallantry and his pride of famil^^ and, without translat-
ing his feelings into plain language, he goco into extor-
tion and issuing of false stock, and skillful penmanship
in writing somebody else's name at the foot of a prom-
issory note; and they all go down together — tlije husband
to the prison, the wife to the sewing machine, the chil-
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relations. 01 for some new Shakespeare to arise and
write the tragedy of human clothes.

Act the first of the tragedy. — A plain but beautiful
home. Enter, the newly-married pair. Enter, sim-
plicity of manner and behavior. Enter, as much hap-
piness as is ever found in one home.

Act the second. — Discontent with the humble home.
Enter, envy. Enter, jealousy. Enter, desire of display.

Act the third. — Enlargement of expenses. Erter, all
the queenly dressmakers. Enter, the French milliners.

Act the fourth. — The tip-top of society. Enter, princes
and princesses of New York life. Enter, magnificent
plate and equipage. Enter, everything splendid.

Act the fifth, and last. — Winding up of the scene.
Enter, the assignee. Enter, the sheriff. Enter, the
creditors. Enter, humiliation. Enter,, the wrath of God-
Enter, the contempt of society. Enter, death. Now,
let the silk curtain drop on the stage. The farce is
ended, and the lights are out.

Will you forgive me if I say in tersest shape possible
that some of the men in this country have to forge and
to perjure and to swindle to pay for their wives' dresses?
I will say it, whether you forgive me or not!

Again, inordinate fashion is the foe of all Christian
alms-giving. Men and women put so much in personal
display that they often have nothing for God and the
cause of suffering humanity. A Christian man cracking
his Palais Royal glove across the back by shutting up
his hand to hide the one cent he puts into the poor-box!
A Christian woman, at the story of the Hottentots, cry-
ing copious tears into a twenty-five dollar handkerchief,
and then giving a two-cent piece to the collection,
thrusting it down under the bills so people will not
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dollars for incense to fashion. Two cents for God. God
gives us ninety cents out of every dollar. The other ten
centd by command of His Bible belong to Him. Is not
God liberal according to this tithing system laid down
in the Old Testament — is not God liberal in giving us
ninety cents out of a dollar, when he takes but ten? "We
do not like that. We want to have ninety-nino cents for
ourselves and one for God.

Now, I would a great deal rather steal ten cents from
you than God. I think one reason why a great many
people do not get along in worldly accumulation faster
is because they do not observe this divine rule. God
says: "Well, if that man is not satisfied with ninety
cents of a dollar, then I will take the whole dollar, and I
will give it to the man or woman who is honest with
me." The greate.st obstacle to charity in the Christian
clinrch to-day is the fact that men expend so much
money on their table, and women so much on their
dress, they have got nothing leftfcr the work of God atd
the world's betterment. In my first settlement at E'^lle-
ville, Kew Jersey, the cause of missions was being pre-
sented one Sabbath, and a plea for the charity of the
people was being made, when an old Christian man in
the audience lost his balance, and said right out in the
midst of the sermon : " Mr. Talmage, how are we to
give liberally to these grand and glorious causes when
our families dress as they do?" I did not answer that
question. It was the only time in my life when I had
nothing to say!

Again, inordinate fashion is distraction to public wor-
ship. You know very well there are a good many peo-
ple who come to church just as they go to the races, to
see who will come out first. What a flutter it makes in
church when some woman witli extraordinary display of

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fashion comes in. "What a love of a bonnet I" says
someone. "What a perfect fright 1" say five hundred.
For the most merciless critics in the world are fashion
critics. Men and women with souls to be saved passing
the hour in wondering where that man got his cravat, or
what store that woman patronizes. In many of our
churches the preliminary exercises are taken up with the
discussion of wardrobes. It is pitifuie. Is it not won-
derful that the Lord does not strike the meeting-houses
with lightning! What distraction of public worship!
Dying men and women, whose bodies are soon to be
turned into dust, yet before three worlds strutting like
peacocks, the awful question of the soul's destiny sub-
merged by the question of Creed more polonaise, and
navy blue velvet and long fan train skirt, long enough
to drag up the church aisle, the husband's store, office,
shop, factory, fortune, and the admiration of half the
people in the building. Men and women come late to
church to show their clothes. People sitting down in a
pew or taking up a hymn book, all absorbed ut the same
time in personal array, to sing:

'* Rise, my bouI, and stx^tch thy wings.
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;, , - Rise from transitory things,

Toward heaven, tiiy native place I"

I adopt the Episcopalian prayer and say: " Good Lord
deliver us!"

Insatiate fashion also belittles the intellect. Our
minds are enlarged or they dwindle just in proportion
to the importance of the subject on which we constantly
dwell. Can you imagine anything more dwarfing to
tlie human intellect than the study of fashion? I see
men on the street who, judging from their elaboration,
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apparel. After a few years of that kind of absorption,
which one ox McAllister's magnifying glasses will be
powerful enough to make the man's character visible?
What will be left of a woman's intellect after giving
years and years to the discussion of such questions as
the compcifison between knife-pleats and box-pleats, and
borderings of grey fox fur or black martin, or the com-
parative excellence of circulars of repped Antwerp silk
lined with blue fox fur or with Hudson Bay sable? They
all land in idiocy. I have seen men at the summer water-
ing-places, through fashion the mere wreck of wha^ they
once were. Sallow of cheek. Meagre of limb. Hollow
at the chest. Showing no animation save in rushing
across a room to pick up a lady's fan. Simpering along
the corridors, the same compliments they simpered
twenty years ago. A New York lawyer last summer
at United States Hotel, Saratoga, within our hearing,
. rushed across a room to say to a sensible woman, " You
are as sweet as peaches!" The fools of fashion are
myriad. Fashion not only destroys the body, but it
makes idiotic the intellect. v>. f; ^ .-',

Yet, my friends, I have given you only the milder
phase of this evil. It shuts a great multitude out of
heaven. The first peal of thunder that shook Sinai
declared: '* Thou shalt have no other God before me,"
and you will have to choose between the goddess of
fashion and the Christian God. There are a great many
seats in heaven, and they are all easy seats, but not one
seat for the devotee of fashion. Heaven is for meek and
quiet spirits. Heaven is for those who think more of
their souls than of their bodies. Heaven is for those
who have more joy in Christian charity than in dry-
goods religion. Why, if you with your idolatry of
fashion should somehow get into heaven, you would be

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for putting a Freuch roof on the " house of many man-
sions," and making plaits and Hamburg embroidery
and flounces in the robes, and you would be for intro-
ducing the patterns of Butterick's Quarterly Delineator.
Give up this idolatry of fashion, or give up heaven.
What would you do standing beside the Countess of
Huntington, whose joy it was to build chapels for the
poor, or with that Christian woman of Boston, who fed
fifteen hundred children of the street at Faneuil Hall on
New Year's Day, giving out as a sort of doxology at the
end of the meeting a pair of shoes to each one of them;
or those Dorcases of modern society who have conse-
crated their needles to the Lord, and who will get eternal
reward for every stitch they take. O! men and women,
give up the idolatry of fashion. The rivalries and the
competitions of such a life are a stupendous wretched-
ness. You will always find some one with brighter array
and with more palatial residence, and with lavender kid
gloves that make a tighter fit. And if you buy this
thing and wear it you will wish you had bought some-
thing eleo and worn it. And the frets of such a life will
bring the crows' feet to your temples before they are due,
and when you come to die you will have a miserable
time. I have seen men and women of fashion die, and
I never saw one of them die well. The trappings off,
there they lay on the tumbled pillow, and there were just
two things that bothered them — a wasted life and a com-
ing eternity. I could not pacify them, for their body»
mind, and soul, had been exhausted in the worship of
fashion, and they could not appreciate the gospel. When
I knelt by their bedside they were mumbling out their
regrets and saying, " O God I O GodI" Their garments
hung up in the wardrobe, never again to be seen by them.
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they died without hope, and went into eternity unpre-
pared. The two most ghastly death-beds on earth are
the one where a man dies of delirium tremens, and the
other where a woman dies after having sacrificed all
her faculties of body, mind, and soul in the worship of
fashion. My friends, we must appear in judgment to
answer for what we have worn on our bodies as well ais
for what repentances we have exercised witli our souls.
On that day I see coming in Beau Brummel of the last
century, without his cloak, like which all England got a
cloak; and without his cane, like which all England got
a cane; without his snuif-box, like which all England
got a snuff-box — he, the fop of the ages, particular about
everything but his morals; and Aaron Burr, without
the letters that down to old age he showed in pride, to
prove his early wicked gallantries; and Absalom without
his hair; and Marchioness Pompadour without her titles;
and Mrs. Arnold, the belle of Wall street, when that
was the center of fashion, without her fripperies of

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And in great haggardness they shall go away into
eternal expatriation ; while among the queens of heaven-
ly society will be found Yashti, who 'wore the modest
veil before the palatial bacchanalians; and Hannah, who
annually made a little coat for Samuel at the temple; and
Grandmother Lois, the ancestress of Timothy, who imi-
tated her virtue ; and Mary, who gave Jesus Christ to
the world; and many of you, the wives and mothers and
sisters and daughters of the present Christian Church,
who through great tribulation are entering into the
kingdom of God. Christ announced who would make
up the royal family of heaven when he said, " Whoso-
ever doeth the will of God, the same is my brother, my
sister, my mother."

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" And the men of the city said unto Elislia, Behold, I pray thee, the
situation of this city is pleasant, as mv Lord sceth ; but the water is
naught, and the ground barren And he said, Bring me a new cruse,
and put salt therein. And they brought it to him. And he went
forth unto the spring of the waters, and cast the salt in there, and said.
Thus saith the Lord, I have healed these waters ; there shall not be
from thence any more death or barren laud. So the waters were
healed unto this day."— 2 Kings ii : 19-32.

It is difficult to estimate how mncli of the prosperity
and health of a city are dependent upon good water.
The day when, through well-laid pipes and from safe
reservoir, an abundance of water, from Croton or Eidge-
wood, is brought into the city, is appropriately celebrated
with oration and pyrotechnic display. Thank God every
day for clear, bright, beautiful, sparkling water, as it
drops in the shower, or tosses up in the fountain, or
rushes out at the hydrant.

The city of Jericho, notwithstanding all its physical
and commercial advantages, was lacking in this impor-
tant element. There was enough water, but it was dis-
'^«^8ed, and the people were crying out by reason thereof.
Elisha the prophet comes to the rescue. He says: " Get
me a new cruse; fill it with salt and bring it to me."
So the cruse of salt was brought to the prophet, and I
see him walking out to the general reservoir, and he
takes that salt and throws it into the reservoir, and lot
all the impurities depart, through a supernatural and

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divine influence, and the waters are good and fresh and
clear, and all the people clap their hands and lift up
their faces in their gladness. Water for Jericho — clear,
bright, beautiful, God-given water I

For several Sabbath mornings I have pointed out to
you the fountains of municipal corruption, and this
morning I propose to show you w^^«t are the means for
the rectification of those fountaiub. There are four or
five kinds of salt that have a cleansing tendency. So far
as God may help me this morning, 1 shall bring a cruse
of salt to the work, and empty it into the great reservoir
of municipal crime, sin, shame, ignorance, and abomina-
tion.

In this work of cleansing our cities, I have first to re-
mark that the7'e is a work for the broom and the shovel
that nothing else can do. There always has been an inti -
mate connection between iniquity and dirt. The filthy
parts of the great cities are always the most iniquitous
parts. The gutters and the pavements of the Fourth
Ward, New York, illustrate and symbolize the character
of the people in the Fourth Ward.
;- The first thing that a bad man does when he is con-
verted is thoroughly to wash himself. There were, this
morning, on the way to the different churches, thousands
of men in proper apparel who, before their conversion,
were unfit in their Sabbath dress. When on the Sab-
bath I see a man uncleanly in his dress, my suspicions
in regard to his moral character are aroused, and the}^
are always well founded. So as to allow no excuse for
lack of ablution, God has cleft the continents with rivers
and lakes, and has sunk five great oceans, and all the
world ought to be clean. Away, then, with the dirt from
onr cities, not only because the physical health needs an
ablution, but because all the great moral and religions

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interests of the cities demand it as a positive necessity.
A filthy city always has been and always will be a wicked
city.

Another corrective influence that we would bring to
bear upon the evils of our great cities is a CM'isiian
printing -p7'e88. The newspapers of any place are the
test of its morality or immorality. The newsboy who
runs along the street with a roll of papers under his arm
is a tremendous force that cannot be turned aside nor
resisted, and at his every step the city is elevated or de-
graded. This hungry, all-devouring American mind
must have something to read, and upon editors and
authors and book-publishers and parents and teachers
rest the responsibility of what they shall read. Almost
every man you meet has a book in his hand or a news-
paper in his pocket. What book is it you have in your
hand? What newspaper is it you have in your pocket f
Ministers may preach, reformers may plan, philan-
thropists may toil for the elevation of the suffering and
the criminal, but until all the newspapers of the land
and all the booksellers of the land set themselves against
an iniquitous literature — until then we will be fighting
against fearful odds. Every time the cylinders of Har-
per or Appleton or Ticknor or Peterson or Lippincott
turn, they make the earth quake. From them goes forth
a thought like an angel of light to feed and bless the
world, or like an angel of darkness to smite it with cor-
ruption and sin and shame and death. May God by His
omnipotent Spirit purify and elevate the American
printing-press I i-'.m&kL

I go on further and gay that we must depend upon the
school for a great deal of correcting influence. Com-
munity can no more afford to have ignorant men in its
midst than it can afford to have uncaged hyenas. Tgnpr-
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ance is the mother of hydra-headed crime. Thirty-one
per cent, of all the criminals of New York State can
neither read nor write. Intellectual darkness is generally
the precursor of moral darkness. 1 know there are edu-
cated outlaws — men who, through their sharpness of in-
tellect, are made more dangerous. They use their fine
penmanship in signing other people's names, and their
science in ingenious burglaries, and their fine manners
in adroit libertinism. They go their round of sin with
well-cut apparel, and dangling jewelry, and watches of
eighteen karats, and kid gloves. They are refined, edu-
cated, magnificent villains. But that is the exception-
It is generally the case that the criminal classes are as
ignorant as they are wicked. For the pi<>of of what I
Bay, go into the prisons and the penitentiaries, and look
upon the men and women incarcerated. The dishonesty
in the eye, the low passion in the lip, are not more con-
spicuous than the ignorance in the forehead. The igno-
rant classes are always the dangerous classes. Dema-
gogues marshal them. They arc helmless, and are driven
before the gale.

It is high time that all city and State authority, as well
as the Federal Government, appreciated the awful sta-
tistic that while years ago in this country there was set
apart forty-eight millions of acres of land for school pur-
poses, there are now in New England one hundred and
ninety-one thousand people who can neither read nor
write, and in the Statv^ of Pennsylvania two hundred and
twenty-two thousam^ who can neither read nor write,
and in the State of New York two hundred and forty-
one thousand who can neither read nor write, while in
the United States there are nearly six millions who can
neither read nor write. A statistic enough to stagger
and confound any man who loves his God and his country.

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Now, in view of thi« fact, I am in fjivor of oompntsory
education. The Eleventh ward, in New York, has five
thousand children who are not in school. When parents
are so bestial as to neglect this duty to the child, I say
the law, with a strong hand, at the same time with a
gentle hand, ought to lead these little ones into the light
of intelligence and good morals. It was a beautiful tab-
leau when in our city a few weeks ago, a swarthy police-
man having picked up a lost child in the street, was
found appeasing its cries by a stick of candy he had
bought at the apple-stand. That was well done, and
beautifully done. But, ohi these thousands of little ones
through our streets, who are crying for the bread of
knowledge and intelligence. Shall we not give it to them ?
The officers of the law ought to go down into the cellars,
and up into the garrets, and bring out these benighted lit-
tle ones, and put them under educational infijences; after
they have passed through the bath and under the comb,
putting before them the spelling-book, and teaching them
to read the Lord's Prayer and the sermon on the Mount :
"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom
of heaven." Cur city ought to be father 2.vA mother
both to these outcast little ones. As a recipe for the cure
of much of the woe and want and crime of our city, I
give the words which Thorwaldsen had chiseled on the
open scroll in the hand of the statue of John Gutenberg,
the inventor of the art of printing: " Let there be light I"
Still further: reformatory societies are an important
element in the reotifioation of tJi^ public fountains.
"Without calling any of them by name, I refer more
especially to. those which recognize the physical as well
as the moral woes of the world. There was pathos and
a great deal of common sense in what the poor woman
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good woman she ought to be. " Oh," she said, " if you
were as hungry and cold as I am, you could think of
nothing else." I believe the great want of our city is
the Gospel and something to eat I Faith and repentance
are of infinite importance; but they cannot satisfy an
empty stomach I You have to go forth in this work with
the bread of eternal life in your right hand, and the bread
of this life in your left hand, and then you can touch
^hem, imitating the Lord Jesus Christ, who first broke
the bread and fed the multitude in the wilderness, and
then began to preach, recognizing the fact that while
people are hungry they will not listen, and they will not
repent. "We want more common sense in the distribu-
tion of our charities; fewer magnificent theories, and
more hard work. In the last war, a few hours after the
battle of Antietam, I had a friend who was moving over
the field, and who saw a good Christian man distributing
tracts. My friend said to him: " This is no time to dis-
tribute tracts. There are three thousand men around
here who are bleeding to death, who have not had ban-
dages put on. Take care of their bodies, then give them
tracts." That was well said. Look after the woes of
the body, and then you will have some success in look-
ing after the woes of the soul. -^ /

Still further: the great remedial inflitence is the Gos-
pel of Christ. Take that down through the lanes of
suffering. Take that down amid the hovels of sin. Take
that up amid the mansions ana palaces of your city. That
is the salt that can cure all the poisoned fountains of pub-
lic iniquity. Do you know that in this cluster of three
cities, New York, Jersey City, and Brooklyn, there are
a great multitude of homeless children ? You see I speak
more in reajard to the youth and the cliildren of the
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therefore I talk more about the little ones. They sleep
under the stoops, in the burned-out safe, in the wagons
in the streets, on the barges, wherever thej can get a
board to cover them. And in the summer thej sleep all
night long in the parks. Their destitution is well set
forth by an incident. A city missionary asked one of
them: "Where is your home?" Said he: "1 don't have
no home, sir." "Well, where are your father and
mother?" "They are dead, sir." "Did you ever hear
of Jesus Christ?" "No, I don't think I ever heard of
him." "Did you ever hear of God. Yes, I've heard of
God. Some of the poor people think it kind of lucky
at nisfht to say something over about that before they
go to sleep. Yes, sir, I've heard of him." Think of a
conversation like that in a Christian city.

How many are waiting for you to come out in the
spirit of the Lord Jesus Christ and rescue them from
the wretchedness here ! A man was trying to talk with
a group of these outcasf.s, and read the Bible, and trying
to confort them, and lie said : "My dear boys, when your
father and your mother forsake you, who will take you
up?" They shouted "The perlice, sir; the perlice?" Oh
that the Church of God had arms long enough and hearts
warm enough to take them up. How many of them
there are! As I was thinking of the subject this morning,
it seemed to me as though there was a great brink, and
that these little ones with cut and torn feet were coming
on toward it. And here is a group of orphans. O fathers
and mothers, what do you think of these fatherless and
motherless little ones ? No hand at home to take care
of their apparel, no heart to pity them. Said one little
one, when the mother died: "Who will take care of my
clothes now ? " The little ones are thrown out in this
great, cold world. They are shivering on tho brink like

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lambs on the verge of a precipice. Does not yourjblood
run ccld as they go over it 1

And here is another group that come on toward the
precipice. They are the children of besotted parents.
They are worse off than orphans. Look at that pale
cheek: woe bleached it. Lock at that gash across the
forehead; the father struck it. Hear that heart-piercing
cry: a drunken mother's blasphemy compelled it. And we
come out and we say: "O ye suffering, peeled and
blistered ones, we come to help you." " Too late!" cry
thousands of voices. " The path we travel is steep down,
and we can't stop. Too late I" and we catch our breath
and we make a terrific ou*:«jry. " Too late!" is echoed
from the garret to the <iellar, from the gin-shop and
from the brothet. " Too late!" It is too late, and they
go over. .^^ ■'•".,''-: v;.-. ■ ■•. ^-:vr .., . . , ,....'^>..,'

■ Here is another group, an army of neglected children.
Tliey come on toward th^ brink, and every time they
step ten thousand hearts break. The ground is red with
the blood of their feet. The .air is heavv with their
groans. Their ranks are being filled up from all the
houses of iniquity and shame. Skeleton Despair pushes
them on toward the brink. The death-knell has already
begun to toll, and the angels of God hover like birds
over the plunge of a cataract. While these children
are on the brink they halt, and throw out their hands,
and cry: "Help! help!" O church of God, will you
help? Men and women bought by the blood of the Son
of God, will you help? while Christ cries from the
heavens: " Save them from going down; I am the
r«nsom." :; :V7

'^ I stopped the other day on the street and just looked
at the face of one of those little ones. Have you ever
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poor? Other children hive gladness in their faces.
When a group of them rush across the road, it seems as
though a spring gust had unloosened an orchard of apple
blossoms. But these children of the poor. There is but
little ring in their laughter, and it stops quick, as though
some bitter memory tripped it. They have an old walk.
They do not skip or run up on the lumber just for the
pleasure of leaping down. They never bathed in the
mountain stream. They never waded in the brook for
pebbles. They never chased the butterfly across the
lawn, putting their hat right' down where it was.
Childhood has been dashed out of them. Want waved
its wizard wand above the manger of their birth, and
withered leaves are lying where God intended a budding
giant of battle. Once in a while one of these children
gets out. Here is one, for instance. At ten years of age
he is sent out by his parents, who say to him; "Here
is a basket — new go off and beg and steal." The boy
saysr " I can't steal.'' They kick him into a corner.
That night he puts his swollen head into the straw; but
a voice comes from heaven, saying, " Courage, poor boy,
courage." Covering up his head from the bestiality,
and stopping his ears from the cursing, he gets on up
better and better. He washes his face clean at the public
hydrant. With a few pennies got at running errands,
he gets a better coat. Rough men, knowing that he
comes from the Five Points, say: " Back with you, you
little villain, to the place where you came from." But
that night the boy says: "God help me, I can't go
back;" and quicker than ever mother flew at the cry of
a child's pain, the Lord responds from the heavens,
"Courage, poor boy, courage." His bright: face gets
him a position. After a while he is second clerk. Years
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glory of young manhood is on hitn. He comes into the
firm. He goes on from one business success to another.
He has achieved great fortune. He is the friend of the
church of God, the friend of all good institutions, and
one day he stands talking to the Board of Trade or to
the Chamber of Commerce. People say: " Do you know
who that is? Why, that is a merchant prince, and he
was born in the Five Points. " But God says in regard to
him something better than that: " These are they
which came out of great tribulation, and had their
robes washed and made white in the blood of the
Lamb." Oh, for some one to write the history of boy
heroes anr" rr[r\ heroines who have triumphed over want
and starvLv .nd filth and rags. Yea, the record has
already been ade — made by the hand of God; and
when these shall come at last with songs and rejoicing,
it will take a very broad banner to hold the names of all
the battle-fields on which they got the victory. '^ ^ '
'■"' Some years ago, a roughly-clad, ragged boy came into
my brother's office in Xew York, and said: " Mr. Tal-
mage, lend me five dollars." My brother said: " Who
are you?" The boy replied: " I am nobody. Lend me
five dollars." "What do you want to do with five
dollars?" " Well," the boy replied, " my mother is sick
and poor, and I want to go into the newspaper business,
and I shall get a home for her, and I will pay you back."
My brother gave him the five dollars, of course never
expecting to see it again ; but he said : " When will you
pay it?" The boy said: "I will pay it in six months,
sir." Time went by, and one day a lad came into my
brother's office, and said: "There's your five dollars."
" What do you mean? What five dollars?" inquired my
brother. " Don't you remember that a boy came in here
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iuto the newspaper business?" "Oh, yes, I remember.
Are you the lad?" "Yes," he replied. "I have got
along nicely. I have got a nice home for my mother
(she is sick yet), and I am as well clothed as you are, and
there's your five dollars." Oh, was ho not worth saving?
Why, that lad is worth fifty such boys as I have some-
times seen moving in elegant circles, never put to any
use for God or man. Worth saving! I go farther than
that, and tell you they are not only worth saving, but
they are being saved. In one reform school, through
which two thousand of these little ones passed, one
thousand nine hundred and ninety-five turned out well.
In other words, onlv five of the two thousand turned out
badly. There are thousands of them who , through Chris-
tian societies, have been transplanted to beautiful homes
all oveir this land, and there are many who, through the
rich grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, have already won
the c-'own. A little girl was found in the streets of Bal-
timore and taken into one of the reform societies, and
they said to her, " What is your name?" She said, " My
name is Mary." " What is your other name?" She said,
" 1 don't know." So they took her into the reform
society, and as they did not know her last name they
always called her "Mary Lost," since she had been
picked up out of the street. But she grew on, and after
a while the Holy Spirit came to her heart, and she be-
came a Christian child, and she changed her name; and
when anybody asked her what her name was, she said,
-' It used to be Marv Lost; but now, since I have become
a Chrstian, it is Mary Found."

For this vast multitude, are we willing to go fortu
from this morning's service and see what we can do,
employing all the agencies I have spoken of for the recti-
fication of the poisonetl fountains? We live in a beautiful

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city. The lines have fallen to us in pleasant places, and
we liave a goodly heritage ; and any man who does not
like a residence in Brooklyn, must be a most uncom-
fortable and unreasonable man. But, my friends, the
material prosperity of a city is not its chief glory. There
may be fine houses and beautiful streets, and that all be
tlie garniture of a sepulcher. Some of the most pros-
perous cities of the world have gone down, not one stone
left upon another. But a city may be in ruins long be-
fore a tower has fallen, or a column has crumbled, or a
tomb has been defaced. When in a city the churches of
God are full of cold formalities and inanimate religion ;
when the houses of commerce are the abode of fraud and
unholy traffic; when the streets are filled with crime un-
arrested and sin unenlightened pnd helplessness unpitied
— that city is in ruins, though every church were a St.
Peter's, and every moneyed institution were a Bank of
England, and every library were a British Museum, and
every house had a porch like that of Rheims and a roof
like that of Amiens and a tower like that of Antwerp,
and traceried windows like those of Freiburg. •
i My brethren, our pulses beat rapidly the time away,
and soon we will be gone; and what we have to do for
the city in which we live we must do right speedily, or
never do it at all. In that day, when those who have
wrapped themselves in luxuries and despised the poor,
shall come to shame and everlasting contempt, I hope it
may be said of you and me that we gave bread to the
hungry, and wiped away the tear of the orphan, and upon
, the wanderer of the street we opened the brightness and
benediction of a Christian home; and then, through our
instrumentality, it shall be known on earth and in heaven,
that Mary Lost became Mary Found!

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"And the ravens brought bread and flesh in the moming, and bread
and' flesh in the evening."—! Kings xvii : 6.

The ornithology of the Bible is a very interesting
study. The stork which knoweth her appointed time.
The common sparrows teaching the lesson of God's
providence. The ostriches of the desert, by careless
incubation illustrating the recklessness of parents who
do not take enough pains with their children. The
eagle symbolizing riches which take wings and flv away.
The pelican, emblemizing solitude. The bat, a flake of
the darkness. The night hawk, the ossifrage, the cuckoo,
the lapwing, the osprey, by the command of God in
Leviticus, flung out of the world's bill of fare. I would
like to have been with Audubon as he went through the
woods, with gun and pencil bringing dowr and sketch-
ing the fowls of heaven, his unfolded portfolio thrilling
all Christendom. What wonderful creatures of God the
birds are! Some of them this morning, like the songs
of heaven let loose, bursting through the gates of heaven.
Consider their feathers, which are clothing and convey-
ance at the same time; the nine vertebraj of the neck,
the three eyelids to each eye, the third eyelid an extra
curtain for graduating the light of the sun. Sc me of
these birds scavengers and some of them orchestra*
Thank God for quail's whistle, and lark's carol, and the
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birds, because when the fowls of heavisn went into a con-
test as to who could fly the Iiighest, and the eagle swung
nearest the sun, a wren on the back of the eagle, after
the eagle was exhausted, sprang up raucl\ higher, and so
was called by the ancients the king of birds. Consider
those of them that have golden crowns and crests, show-
ing them to be feathered imperials. And listen to the
humming-bird's serenade in the ear of the honeysuckle.
Look at the belted kingfisher, striking like a dart from
sky to water. Listen to the voice of the owl, giving the
key-note to all croakers. And behold the condor, among
the Andes, battling with the reindeer. I do not know
whether an aquarium or aviary is the best altar from
which to worship God. ♦ : « ' ' * ■;

t; There is an incident in my text that baffles all the
ornithological wonders (►f the world. The grain crop
had been cut off. Famine was in the land. In a cave
by the brook Oherith safe a minister of God, Elijah,
waiting for something to eat. Why did he not go to
the neighbors? There were no neighbors, it was a wil-
derness. Why did he not pick some of the berries?
There were none. If there had been, they would have
been dried up. Seated, one morning at the mouth of his
cave, the prophet looks into the dry and pitiless heavens,
and he sees a flock of birds approaching. Oh! if they
were only partridges, or if he only had an arrow with
which to bring them down. But as they come nearer
he flnds they are not comestible, but unclean, and the
eating of them would be spiritual «^eath. The strength
of their beak, the length of their wings, the blackness of
their color, their loud, harsh "cruckl cruck!" prove
them to be ravens. They whirr around about the
prophet's head, and then they come on fluttering wing
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brings bread, dnd another raven brings meat, and after
thej have discharged their tiny cargo they wheel past,
and others come, until after a while the prophet has
enough, and these black servants of the wilderness table
are gone. For six months, and some say a whole year,
morning and evening, the breakfast and supper bell
sounded as these ravens rang out on the air their "cruckf,
crnckl" Guess where they got the food from. The old
Rabbins say they got it from the kitchen of King Ahab.
Others say that the ravens got the food from pious Oba-
diah, who was in the habit of feeding the persecuted.
Some say that the ravens brought the food to their
young in the trees, and that Elijah had only to climb up
and get it. Some say that the whole story is improb-
able, for these were carnivorous birds, and the food they
carried was the torn flesh of living beasts, and that cere-
monially unclean, or it was carrion, and it would not
have been fit for the prophet. Some say they were not
ravens at all, but that the word translated " ravens " in
my text ought to have been translated "Arabs; " so it
would have read : "The Arabs brought bread and flesh
in the morning, and bread and flesh in the evening."
Anything but admit the Bible to be true. Hew away at
this miracle until all the miracle is gone. Go on with
the depleting process; but know, my brother, that you
are robbing only one man — and that is yourself — of one
of the most comforting, beautiful, pathetic, and tri-
umphant lessons in all the ages. I can tell you who
these purveyors were: they were ravens. I can tell you
who freighted them with provisions. God. I can tell
you who launched them. God. I can tell you who
taught them .which way to fly. God. I can tell you
who told them at what cave to swoop. God. I can tell
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raven. God. There is one passage I will whisper in
yonr ear, for I would not want to utter it aloud, lest
some one should drop down under its power: "If anj
man shall take away from the words of the prophesy of
this book, God shall take away his part out of the book
of life and out of the holy city." While, then, this
morning we watch the ravens feeding Elijah, let the
swift dove of God's Spirit sweep down the sky with
Divine food, and on outspread wing pause at the lip of
every soul hungering for comfort.

If I should ask you where is the seat of war to-day,
you would say on tlie Danube. No. That is compara-
tively a small conflict, even if all Europe should plunge
into it. The great conflict to-day is on the Thames, on
the Hudson, on the Mississippi, on the Rhine, on the
Nile, on the Ganges, on the Hoang Ho. It is a battle
that has been going on for six thousand years. The
troops engaged in it are twelve hundred millions, and
those who have fallen are vaster in numbers than those
who march. It is a battle for bread. Sentimentalists
sit in a cushioned chair, in their pictured stud}', with
their slippered feet on a damask ottoman, and say that
this world is a great scene of avarice and greed. It does
not seem so to me. If it were not for the absolute
necessities of the cases, nine-tenths of the stores, facto-
ries, shops, banking-houses, of the land would be closed
to-morrow. "Who is that man delving in the Black
Hills? or toiling in a New England factory? or going
through a roll of bills in the bank? or measuring a fab-
ric on the counter? He is a champion sent forth in

behalf of some home circle that has to be cared for — in

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behe'lf of some church of God that has to be supported —
in behalf of some asylum of mercy that has to be sus-
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machine? or carrying the bundle? or sweeping the room?
or mending the garment? or sweltering at the wash-tub?
That is Deborah, one of the Lord's heroines, battling
against Amalekitish want, which comes down with iron
chariot to crush her and hers. The great question with
the vast majority of people to-day is not whether Presi-
dent Hayes treated South Carolina and Louisiana as he
ought — not whether the Turkish Sultan or the Russian
Czar ought to be helped in this conflict — the great ques-
tion with the vast majority of people is: "How shall I
support my family? How shall I meet my notes? How
shall I pay my rent? How shall I give food, clothing,
and education to those who are dependent upon me?"
Oh! if God would help me to-day to assist you in the
solution of that problem, the happiest man in this house
would be your preacher. I have gone out on a cold
morning with expert sportsmen to hunt for pigeons ; I
have gone out on the meadows to hunt for quail; I have
gone out on the marsh to hunt for reed birds; but this
morning I am out for ravens.

Notice, in the first place, in the story of ray text, that
these winged caterers came to Elijah directly from God.
" I have commanded the ravens that they feed thee," we
find God saying in an adjoining passage. They did not
come out of some other cave. They did not just happen
to alight there. God freighted them, God launched
them, and God told them by what cave to swoop. That
is the same God that is going to supply you. He is
your Father. You would have to make an elaborate
calculation before you could tell me how many pounds
of food and how many yards of clothing would be neces-
sary for you and your family; but God knows without
any calculation. You have a plate at his table, and you
are going to be waited on, unless you act like a naughty

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child, and kick, and scramble, and pound saucily the
plate, and try to upset things. God has a vast family,
and everything is methodized, and you are going to be
served, if you will only wait your turn. God has already
ordered all the suits of clothes you will ever need down
to the last suit in which you shall be laid out. God has
already ordered all the food you will ever eat down to
the last crumb that will be put in your mouth in the
dying sacrament. It may not be just the kind of food
or apparel we would prefer. The sensible parent depends
on his own judgment as to what ought to be the apparel
and the food of the minor in the family. The child
would say: "Give me sugars and confections." "Oh I
no," says the parent. " You must have something
plainer first." The child would say: "Oh I give me
these great blotches of color in the garment." " No,"
says the parent; "that wouldn't be suitable." NowJ
God is our Father, and we are minors, and he is going
to clothe us and feed us, although he may not ' 'ways
yield to our infantile wish for sweets and glitter. ese
ravens of the text did not bring pomegranates from the
glittering platter of King Ahab. They brought Ivead
and meat. God had all the heavens and the earth before
him and under him, and yet he sends this plain food
because it was best for Elijah to have itl Oh I be strong,
my hearer, in the fact that the same God is going to
supply you. It is never "hard times " with him. His
ships never break on the rocks. His banks never fail.
He has the supply for you, and he has the means for
sending it. He has not only the cargo, but the ship. If
it were necessary he would swing out from the heavens
a flock of ravens reaching from his gate to yours, until
the food would be flung down the sky from beak to beak
and from talon to talon.

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Notice, again, in this story of the text, that tlio ravens
did not allow Elijah to lio;ird up a surplus. They did
not hring enough on Monday to last all the week. They
did not bring enough one morning to last until the next
morning. They came twice a day, and brought just
er'ough for one time. You know as well as I tliat the
grevit fret of the world is that we want a surplus — wo
want the ravens to bring enough for fifty years. You
have more confidence in the Long Island Bank than you
have in the royal bank of heaven. You say: "All that
is very poetic, but you may liave the black ravens — give
me the gold eagles." "VVe had better be content with
just enough. If, in the morning, your family eat up all
the food there is in the house, do not sit down, and cry,
and say; " I don't know where the next meal is coming
from." About five, or six, or «?Cven o'clock in the even-
ing just look up, and you will see two black spots on the
sky, and you will hear the flapping of wings, and,
instead of Edgar A. Poc's insane raven " alighting on
the chamber-door, only this, and nothing more," you
will find Elijah's two ravens, or the two ravens of the
Lord, the one bringing bread and the other bringing
meat — plumed butcher and baker. ; ^ •

God is infinite in resource. "When the city of Rochelle
was besieged, and the inhabitants were dying of the fam-
ine, the tides washed up on the beach as never before,
and as never since, enough shell-fish to feed the whole
city. God is good. There is no mistake about that.
History tells us that, in 1555, in England, there was a
great drought. The crops failed, but in Essex, on the
rocks, in a place where they had neither sown nor cul-
tured, a great crop of peas grew, until they filled a hun-
dred measures; and there were blossoming vines enough
promising as much more. But why go so far ? I can
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give you a family incident. I will tell you a secret that
has never been told. Some generations back there was
a great drought in Connecticut, New England. The
water disappeared from tiie hills and the farmers living
on the hills drove their cattle down toward the valleys,
and had their, supplied at the wells and fountains of the
neighbors. But these after awhile began to ^'ail, and the
neighbors said to Mr. Birdseye, of whom I shall speak:
" You must not send your flocks and herds down here
any more; our wells are giving out." Mr. Birdseye, the
old Christian man, gathered his family at the altar, and
with his family he gathered the slaves of the household —
for bondage was then in vogue in Connecticut— and on
their knees before God they cried for water; and the
family story is, that there was weeping and great sobbing
at that altar, that the family might not perish for lack of
water, and that the herds and flocks might not perish.
The family rose from the altar, Mr. Birdseye, the old
man, took his staff and walked out over the hills, and in
a place where he had been scores of times without notic-
ing anything particular, he saw the ground was very
dark, and he took hip staff> and turned up the ground,
and the water started; and he beckoned to his servants
and they came, and iliej brought pails and buckets until
all the family, and all the flocks and the herds, were
cared for, and then they made troughs reaching from
that place down to the house and barn, and the water
flowed, and it is a living fountain to-day! Now, I call
that old grandfather, Elijah, and I call that brook that
began to roll then, and. is rolling still, the brook Cherith;
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removed, but my loviiig-kindiiess shall not fail." It*
your merchandise, if your mechanism, fail, look out for
ravens. If you have, in your despondency, put God on
trial, and condemned him as guilty of cruelty, I move,
this morning for a new trial. If the biojjraphy of your
life is ever written, I will tell j'ou what the first chapter,
and the middle chapter, and the last chapter will bo
about, if it is written accurately. The first about mercy,
the middle chapter about mercy, the last chapter about
mercy. The mercy that hovered over your cradle. The
mercy that will hover over your grave. The mercy tliat
will cover all between.

Again, this story of the text impresses me that relief
came to this prophet with the most unexpected, and with
seemingly mi possible, conveyance. If it had been a rob-
in red-breast, or a musical meadow-lark, or a meek turt'c}-
dove, or a sublime albatross that had brouglit the food
to Elijah, it would not have been so surprising. But no.
It was a bird so fierce and inauspicate that we have fash-
ioned one of our most forceful and repulsive words out
of it — raven jus. That bird has a passion for picking out
the eyes of men and animals. It loves to maul the sick
and the dying. It swallows, with vulturous guggle,
everything it can put its beak on; and yet all the food
Elijah gets for six months or a year is from the ravens.
So your supply is going to come from an imexpected
source. You think some great-hearted, generous man
will come along and give you his name on the back of
your note, or he will go security for you in some great
enterprise. No, he will not. God will open the heart
of some Shylock toward you. Your relief will come
from the most unexpected quarter. The Providence
that seemed ominous will be to you more than that
which seemed auspicious. It will not be a chafiinch with

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breast and wing dashed with white, and brown,, and
chestnnt: it will be a black raven. : ; v .

, Here is where we all make our mistake, and that is in
regard to the color of G-od's providence. A white provi-
dence comes to us, and we say: "O! it is mercy." Then
a black providence comes toward us, and we say: "O!
that is disaster." The white providence comes to you,
and you have great business success, and you have fifty
thousand dollars, and you get proud, and you get inde-
pendent of Grod, and you begin to feel that the prayer
"Give me this day my daily bread" is inappropriate for
you, for you have made provision for a hundred years.
Then a black providence comes, and it sweeps everything
away, and then you begin to pray, and you begin to feel
your dependence, and begin to be humble before God,
and you cry cut for treasures in heaven. The black
providence brought you salvation. The white provi-
dence brought you ruin. That which seemed to be
harsh, and fierce, and dissonant, was your greatest mer-
cy. It was a raven.

There was a child born in your house. All your
friends congratulated you. The other children of the
family and of the neighborhood stood amazed looking at
the new-comer, and asked a great many questions, gene-
alogical and chronological. You said — and you said
truthfully — that a white angel flew through the room
and left the little one there. That little one stood with
its two feet in the very center of your sanctuary of affec-
tion, and with its two hands it took hold of the altar
of your soul. But one day there came one of the three
scourges of children — scarlet fever, or croup, or diph-
theria—and all that bright scene vanished. The chatter-
ing, the strange questions, the pulling at the dresses as
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ciiildren stooped down and leaned toward that cradle,
and took the little one in His arms, and walked away
with it into the bower of eternal summer, your eye be-
gan to follow Him, and you followed the treasure He car-
ried, and you have been following them ever since; and,
instead of thinking of heaven only once a week, as form-
erly, you are thinking of it all the time, and you are
more pure and tender-hearted than you used to be, and
you are patiently waiting for the day-break. It is not
self-righteousness in you to acknowledge that you are a
better man than you used to be — you are a better woman
than you used to be. What was it that brought you the
sanctifying blessing'^ O! it was the dark shadow on the
nursery; it was the dark shadow on the short grave; it
was the dark shadow on your broken heart; it was the
brooding of a great black trouble; it was a raven — it was
a raven. Dear Lord, teach this people that white provi-
dences do not always mean advancement, and that black
providences do not always mean retrogression.

Children of God, get up out of your despondency.
The Lord never had so many ravf i^^ as he has this morn-
ing. Fling your fret and worry to the winds. Some-
times, under the vexations Mfe, you feel like my littlo
girl of four years last week, Wiio said, under some ch id-
ish vexations: *'0h, I wish I could gu to heaven, and see
God, and pick flowers!" He will let ^ou go when the
right time comes to pick flowers. Until then, what< /er
you want, pray for. I suppose Elijah prayed pretty much
all the time. Tremendous work behind him. Tremend-
ous work before him. God has no spare ravens f ^v ilers,
or for people who are prayerless. I put it in th >olde8t
shape possible, and I am willing to risk my eLernity on
it: ask God in the right way for what you want, and you
shall have it, if it is best for you. Mrs. Jane Pi they, of

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Chicago, a well-known Christian woman, was left by her
husband a widow with one half dollar and a cottage. She
was palsied, and had a mother, ninety years of age, to sup-
port. The widowed son I every day asked God for all that
was needed in the household, and the servant even was
astonished at the precision with which God answered the
prayers of that woman item by item, item by item. One
day, rising trom the family altar, the servant said: "You
have not asked for coal, and the coal is out." Then they
stood and prayed for the coc.' One hour after that, the
servant threw open the door and said: "The coal has
come." A generous man, whose name I could give you,
had sent — as never before and never since — a supply of
coal. You cannot understand it. I do. RavcusI Ravens!

My friend, you have aright to argue from precedent
that God is going to take care of you. Has he not done
it two or three times every day? That is most marvel-
ous. I look back and I wonder that God has given me
food three times a day regularly all my life-time, never
missing but once, and then I was lost in the mountains;
but tliat very morning and that very night I met the
ravens.'

O! the Lord is so good that I wish all this people
would trust Him with the two lives — the life you are now
living and that which every tick of the watch and every
stroke of the clock informs you is approaching. Bread
for your immortal soul comes to-day. See! They alight
on the platform. They alight on the backs of all the
pews. They swing among the arches. Ravens! Ravens!
" Blessed are they that hunger after righteousness, for
they shall be filled." To all the sinning, and the sor-
rowing, and the tempted deliverance comes this hour.'
Look down, and you see nothing but spiritual deformi-
ties. Look back, and you see nothin ' but wasted oppor-

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tanitj. Cast your eye forward, and you have a fearful
looking-for of judgment and fiery indignation, which
shall devour the adversary. But look up, and you behold
the whipped shoulders of an interceding Christ, and the
face of a pardoning God, and the irradiation of an open-
ing heaven. I hear the whir of their wings. Do you
not feel the rush of the air on your cheek? Ravens!
Ravens!

There is only one question I want to ask: how many
of this audience are willing to trust God for the supply
of their bodies, and trust the Lord Jesus Christ for the
redeiir.tion of their immortal souls? Amid the clatter
of the hoofs and the clang of the wheels of the judg-
ment chariot, the whole matter will be demonstrated.

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CHAPTER XII.

THE HORNET'S MISSION.

"And the Lord will send the hornet."— Deut. vii : 20.

It seems as if the insect world were determined to
war against the human race. It is attacking the grain-
fields and the orchards and the vineyards. The Colora-
do beetle, the Nebraska grasshopper, the New Jersey lo-
cust, the universal potato destroyer, seem to carry on the
work whicli was begun ages ago when the insects buzzed
out of Noah's ark as the door was opened.

In my text the hornet flies out on its mission. It is a
species of wasp, swift in its motion and violent in its
sting. Its touch is torture to man or beast. We have
all seen the cattle run bellowing from the cut of its lan-
cet. In boyhood we used to stand cautiously looking at
the globular nest hung from the tree branch, and while
we were looking at the wonderful pasteboard coverin|^
we were struck with something that sent us shrieking
away. The hornet goes in swarms. It has captains
over hundreds, and twenty of them attacking one man
will produce certain death. The Persians attempted to
conquer a Christian city, but the elephants and thp beasts
on which the Persians rode were assaulted by the hornet,
80 that the whole army was broken up and the besieged
city was rescued. This burning and noxious insect stung
out the Ilittites and the Canaanites from their country.
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accomplish was done by the puncture of an insect. The
Lord sent the hornet.

My friends, when we are assaulted by behemoths of
trouble — great behemoths of trouble — we become chival-
ric, and we assault them; we get on the high-mettled
steed of our courage, and we make a cavalry charge at
them, and, if God be with us, we come out stronger and
better than when we went in. But, alasl for these in-
sectile annoyances of life — these foes too small to shoot—
these things without any avoirdupois weight — the gnats,
and the midges, and the flies, and the wasps, and the
hornets. In other words, it is the small stinging annoy-
ances of our life which drive us out and use us up. In-
to the best conditioned life, for some grand and glorious
purpose, God sends the hornet.

I remark in the first place that these small stinging
annoyances may come in the shape of a sensitive nerv-
ous organization. People who are prostrated under
typhoid fevers or with broken bones get plenty of
sympathy, but who pities anybody that is nervous?
The doctors say, and the family says, and everybody says,
" Oh! she 's only a little nervous; that 's all." The sound
of a heavy foot, the harsh clearing of a throat, a discord
in music, a want of harmony between the shawl and the
glove on the same person, a curt answer, a passing slight,
the wind from the east, any one of ten thousand annoy-
ances, opens the door for the hornet. The fact is, that
the vast majority of the people in this country are over-
worked, and their nerves are the first to give up. A
great multitude are under the strain of Leyden, who,
when he was told by his physician that if he did not stop
working while he was in such poor physical health he
would die, responded, " Doctor, whether I live or die the
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I speak liave a bleeding sensitiveness. The liies love to
light on anything raw, and these people are like the
Canaanites spoken of in the text or in the context — they
have a very thin covering and are vulnerable at all
points. "And the Lord sent the hornet."

Again, these small insect annoyances may come to us
in the shape of friends and acquaintances who are always
saying disagreeable things. There are some people you
cannot be with for half an hour but you feel cheered and
comforted. Then there are other people you cannot be
with for live minutes before you feel miserable. They
do not mean to disturb you, but they sting yon to the
bone. They gather up all the yarn which the gossips
spin, and peddle it. They gather up all the adverse crit-
icisms about your person, about your business, about
your liome, about your church, and they make your ear
the funnel into which they]>our it. They laugh heartily
when they tell you, as though it were a erood joke, and
you laugh too — outside. These people are brought to
our attention in the Bible, in the Book of Ruth: Naomi
went forth beautiful and with the finest of worldly pros-
pects into another land, but after awhile she came back
widowed, and sick, and poor. What did her friends do
when she came back to the city? They all went out,
and, instead of giving her common-sense consolation,
what did they do? Read the book of Ruth and find out.
They threw up their hands and said, " Is this Naomi?"
as much as to say " How very bad you look! " When I
entered the ministry I looked very pale for years, afnd
every year, for four or five years, a hundred times a year,
I was asked if I was not in a consumption! And pass- ;
ing through the room I would sometimes hear people
sigh and say, " A-ah ! not long for this world !" I resolved
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say anything depressing, and by the help of God I liave
kept the resolution. These people of whom I speak reap
and bind in the great harvest-field of discouragement.
Some days you greet them with a hilarious ''Good
morning," and they come bmzing at you with some de-
pressing information. "The Lord sent the hornet." It
is astonishing how some people prefer to write and to
say disagreeable things. That was the case when four
or five years ago Henry M. Stanley returned after his
magnificent exploit of finding T>> ctor David Livingstone,
and when Mr. Stanley stood before the savans ot Europe,
and many of the small critics of the day, under pretence
of getting geographical information, put to him most in-
solent questions, he folded his arms and refused io an-
swer. At the very time when you would suppose all de-
cent men would have applauded the heroism of the man,
there were those to hiss. "The Lord sent the hornet."
And now at this time, when that man sits down on the
western coast of Africa, sick and worn perhaps in the
grandest achievement of the age in the way of geograph-
ical discovery, there are small critics all over the world to
buzz and buzz, and caricature and deride him, and after a
while he will get the London papers, and, as he opens them,
out will fly the hornet. When I see that there are so
many people in the world who like to say disagreeable
things, and write disagreeable things, I come almost in
my weaker moments to believe what a man said to me in
Philadelphia one Monday morning. I went to get the
horse that was at the livery, and the hostler, a plain man,
said to me: "Mr. Talmage, I saw that you preached to
the young men yesterday." I said, "Yes." He said,
"No use, no use; man's a failure."

The small insect annoyances of life sometimes come in
the shape of a local physical trouble, which does not

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amount to a positive prostration, but which bothers you
when you want to feel tlie best. Periiaps it is a sick
headache which has been the plague of your life, and
you appoint some occasion of mirth, or sociality, or use-
fulness, and when the clock strikes the hour you cannot
make your appearance. Perha])3 the trouble is between
the ear and the forehead, in the shape of a neuralgic
twinge. Nobody can see it or sympathize with you; but
just at the time when you want your intellect clearest,
and your disposition brightest, you feel a sliarp, keen,
disconcerting thrust. "The Lord sent the hornet."

Perhaps these small insect annoyances will come in
the shape of a domestic irritation. The parlor and the
kitchen do not always harmonize. To get good service
and to keep it is one of the great questions of the coun-
try. Sometimes it may be the arrogancy and inconsid-
erateness of employers; but whatever be the fact, we all
admit there are these insect annoyances winging tlieir
way out from the culinary department. If the grace of
God be not in the heart of the housekeeper, she cannot
maintain her equilibrium. The men come home at night
and hear the story of these annoyances, and say: "Oh!
these home troubles are very little things." They are
small, small as wasps, but they sting. Martha's nerves
were all unstrun": when she rushed in asking Christ to
reprove Mary, and there are tens of thousands of women
who are dying, stung to death by these pestiferous do-
mestic annoyances. " The Lord sent the hornet." ■

These small insect disturbances may also come in the
shape of business irritations. There are men here who
went through 1857 and Sept. 24, 1869, without losing
their balance, who are every day unhorsed by little an-
noyances— a clerk's ill-manners, or a blot of ink on a bill
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draws his account, or the underselling by a business
rival, or the whispering of business confidences in the
street, or the making of some little bad debt which was
against your judgment, just to please somebody else. It
is not the panics that kill the merchants. Panics come
only once in ten or twenty years. It is the constant din
of these every-day annoyances which is sending so many
of our best merchants into nervous dyspepsia and paraly-
sis and the grave. When our national commerce fell flat
on its face, these men stood up and felt almost defiant;
but their life is giving way now under the swarm of
these pestiferous annoyances. "The Lord sent the
hornet.",

I have noticed in the history of some of my congre-
gation that their annoyances are multiplying, and that
they have a hundred • here they used to have ten. The
naturalist tells us that a wasp sometimes has a family of
twenty thousand wasps, and it does seem as if every an-
noyance of your life bred a million. By the help of
God to-day I want to show you the other side. The
hornet is of no use? Oh, yes! The naturalists tell us
they are very important in the world's economy; they
kill spiders and they clear the atmosphere; and I really
believe God sends the annoyances of our life upon us
to kill the spiders of the soul and to clear the atmos-
phere of our skies. These annoyances are sent on us, I
think, to wake us up from our lethargy. There is noth-
ing that makes a man so lively as a nest of "yellow
jackets," and I think that these annoyances are intended
to persuade us of the fact that this is not a world for us
to stop in. If we had a bed of everything that was at-
tractive and soft and easy, what would we want of
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net, or you think the devil aends the hornet. I want to
correct jour opinion. " The Lord sent the hornet."

Then I also think these annoyances come upon us to
culture our patience. In the gymnasium you find upright
parallel bars — bars witli holes over each other for i)eg8
to be put in. Then the gymnast takes a peg in each
hand and he begins to climb, one inch at a time, or two
inches, and getting his strength cultured, reaches after a
while the ceiling. And it seems to me that these annoy-
ances in life are a moral gymnasium, each worry a peg
by which we are to climb higher and higher in Christian
attainment. We all love to see patience, but it cannot
be cultured in fair weather. It is a cliild of the storm.
If you had everything desirable and there was nothing
more to get, what would you want with })atience? The
only time to culture it is wiien you are slandered and
cheated, and sick and half dead. "Oh," you say, " if I
only had the circumstances of some well-to-do man I
would be patient too." You might as well say, " If it
were not for this water I would swim;" or, "I could
shoot this gun if it were not for the caps." When you
stand chin-deep in annoyances is the time for you to swim
out toward the great headlands of Christian attainment,
and when your life is loaded to the muzzle with repul-
sive annoyances — that is the time to draw the trigger.
Nothing but the furnace will ever burn out of us tlie
clinker and the slag. I have formed this theory in re-
gard to small annoyances and vexations: It takes just so
much trouble to fit us for usefulness and for heaven.-
The only question is, whether w^e shall take it in the
bulk, or pulverized and granulated. Here is one man .
who takes it in the bulk. His back is broken, or his
eyesight put out, or some other awful calamity befalls
him; while the vast majority of people take the thingpiece-

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meal. Which way would yon rather have iL? Of course ''\
piecemeal. Better liavc live aching teeth than one brokeu
jaw. Better ten fly- blistertj than au amputation. Better
twenty squalls than one cyclone. There may he a differ-
ence of opinion as to allopathy and homoepathy; but in
tliis matter of trouble I like lionuBopathic doses — small
pellets of annoyanee rather than some knock-down dose
of calamity. Instead of the thunderbolt give us the hor-
uet. If you liave a bank you would a great deal rather
that fifty men should come in with elieques less tlian a
hundred dollars than to have two depositors come in the
same day each wanting his ten thousand dollars. In
this latter case, you cough and look down at the floor
and up at the ceiling before you look into the safe.
Now, my friends, would you not rather have these small
drafts of annoyance on your bank of faith than some all-
staggering demand upon your endurance? I want to
make you strong, that you will not surrender to small
annoyances. In the village of Hamelin, tradition says,
there was an invasion of rats, and these small creatures
almost devoured the town and threatened the lives of the
population, and tlie story is that a piper came out one
day and played a very sweet tune, and all the vermin
followed him — followed him to the banks of the Weser
and then he blew a blast and they dropped in and disap-
peared forever. Of course this is a fable, but I wish I
could, on the sweet flute of the Gospel, draw forth all the
nibbling and burrowing annoyances of your life, and play
them down into the depths forever. How many touches
did the artist give to his picture of "Cotopaxi," or his
"Heart of the Andes?" I suppose about fifty thousand
touches. I hear the canvas saving, "Why do you keep
mo trembling with that pencil so long? Why don't you
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how to make a painting; it will take fifty thoii^-^-id of
these touches." And I want you, my friends, to under-
stand that it is these ten thousand annoyances which
under God, are making up the picture of your life, to be
hung at last in the galleries of heaven, fit for angels to
look at. God knows how to make a picture.

If I had my way with you I would have you possess
all possible worldly prosperity. I would have you each
one a garden — a river running through it, geraniums
and shrubs on the sides, and the grass and fiowers as
beautiful as though the rainbow had fallen, I would
have you a house, a splendid mansion, and the bed
should be covered with upholstery dipped in the setting
sun. I would have every hall in your ho^se sot with stat-
ues and statuettes, and then I would have the four quart-
ers of the globe pour in all their luxuries on your table,
and you should have forks of silver and knives of gold,
inlaid with diamonds and amethysts. Then you should
each one of you have the finest horses, and your pick of
the equipages rf the world. Then I would liave you
live a hundred and fifty years, and you should not have
a pain or ache until the last breath. " Not each one of
U6?" you say. Yes, each one of you. "Not to 3^our
enemies?" Yes; the oniydiflfe: icc I would make with
them would be that 1 would put a little extra gilt on
their walls and a little extra em^broidery on their slippers.
But you say, " Why does not God give us all these
things?" Ah! I bethir^kmyself. He is wiser. It would
make fools and slugqra.'ds of us if we had our way. No
man puts his best picture in the portico or vestibule of
his house. God meant thl3 world to be only the vesti-
bule of heaven, that great gallery of the universe toward
which we are aspiring. We must not have it too good
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surprised that aged people are bo willing to go out of
this world. I will tell you the reason. It is not onlv
because of the bright prospects in heaven, l)ut it is be-
cause they feel that seventy years of annoyaiice is
enough. They would have lain down in the soft mead-
ows of this world forever, but " God sent the hornet."

My friends, I shall not have preached in vain if I have
shown you that the annoyances of life, the small annoy,
ances, may be subservient to your present and eternal ad-
vantage. Polycarp was condemned to be burned at the
stake. The stake was planted. He was fastened to it,
the faggots were placed round about the stake, they were
kindled, but, by some strange current of the atmosphere,
history tells us, the flames bent outward like the sails of
a ship under a strong breeze, and then far above they
came together, making a canopy; so that instead of being
destroyed by the flames, there lie stood in a flame-buoy-
ant bower planted by his persecutors. They had to take
his life in another way, by the point of the ])oinard.
And I have to tell you this inorning that God can make
all the flames of your trial a wall of defense and a cano-
py for the soul. God is just as willing to fulfill to you as
he was to Polycarp the ])romise, " When thou passest
through the fire thou shalt not be burned." In heaven
you will acknowledge the fact that you never had one
annoyance too many, and through all eternity you will
be grateful that in this world the Lord did send the hor-
net. ''Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometli
in the morning." ''All things work together for good to
those who love God." The Lord sent the sunshine.
"The Lord sent the hornet."
11

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